On a Friday night in Phoenix that felt a whole lot like a spring warning siren, the Knicks once again showed you exactly who they are right now — a team that can look like a playoff problem for anybody one minute, and then like a first-round exit waiting to happen the next.
They lost 112–107 to the Suns, in a game that somehow felt both closer than it was and more troubling than the score. Devin Booker gave them 31, Dillon Brooks gave them 27, and the Knicks gave us another reminder that consistency, the one thing you absolutely have to pack for a long playoff trip, is still sitting at home.
The Knicks made one of their patented fourth-quarter charges. They always do. OG Anunoby hit a three to pull them within four. Mitchell Robinson had a layup and then that alley-oop dunk that made it 101–99 and had you thinking, here we go again, this is who they’re supposed to be. A minute later Anunoby tied the game at 103, and suddenly it felt like one of those nights where the Knicks bully a good team into blinking.
Only this time, they blinked first.
Booker calmly hit a jumper. Royce O’Neale, who apparently turns into Ray Allen against the Knicks, buried a three. Free throws followed. The Knicks, for all their hustle and heart, just didn’t have the finishing touch when it mattered most. Again.
This is what makes the current Knicks so maddening, sir. Jalen Brunson gave them 27. Miles McBride played like a guy who belongs in big moments, scoring 17. Karl-Anthony Towns grabbed 12 boards and gave them 15 points. Anunoby was strong on both ends. On paper, that’s a team that should be winning games like this, not losing five of seven.
But basketball games aren’t played on paper. They’re played in those little pockets of time when you either get a stop, make a shot, or don’t. The Suns did. The Knicks didn’t.
Phoenix had a 14-0 run late in the third quarter that blew the game open to 92-80. That’s where this game was really lost, even if the Knicks tried to steal it back later. You can’t keep digging those holes against playoff-caliber teams and expect to keep climbing out of them. Eventually, the ladder breaks.
And that’s the quiet fear creeping in as the postseason gets closer. The Knicks can beat anybody on a given night. They can also lose to anybody. They’re tough, they’re physical, they’re proud — but they’re also wildly uneven. One quarter they look like a team that could win a first-round series. The next, they look like a team that might not survive it.
Playoff basketball doesn’t reward almost. It punishes it.
This Knicks team keeps flirting with the version of itself that could make some noise in May, and then wandering off for ten or twelve minutes at a time. Against Phoenix, that wandering happened in the third quarter. Against somebody like Boston or Milwaukee in a seven-game series, that kind of lapse can end your season in a hurry.
There’s still time, sir. The talent is real. The defense is real. Brunson is as real as they come in the clutch. But the margin for error is shrinking, and nights like this — where they fight hard, come back, and still walk off the floor with another loss — start to feel less like bad luck and more like a pattern.
And patterns are what decide who’s still playing when the real basketball starts.
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