Without Brunson, Bridges and the Knicks Exposed in Loss to Suns

NEW YORK — The Knicks honored their past at halftime and looked painfully stuck in it by the final horn.

On a night when Carmelo Anthony, Patrick Ewing, Walt Frazier and a parade of legends were welcomed back under the “Once a Knick, always a Knick” banner, the present-day Knicks couldn’t buy a bucket, couldn’t get a stop, and couldn’t convince anyone that this is a championship-caliber defense — with or without Jalen Brunson.

The result: a flat, frustrating 106–99 loss to the Phoenix Suns, a team that arrived reeling, missing rhythm, and desperate — and left Madison Square Garden looking reborn behind Devin Booker’s 27 points and a familiar Knicks collapse.

This was supposed to be the night Mikal Bridges reminded everyone why the Knicks paid a king’s ransom for him.

Instead, without Brunson and Josh Hart (both sidelined with ankle injuries), Bridges looked more like a very good complementary piece than the franchise-altering star New York thought it was getting when it emptied the vault on Brooklyn.

And yes, sir, the question is getting louder by the game:

Did the Nets fleece the Knicks?

Exposed without Brunson

Bridges finished the night as more of a ghost than a go-to guy, disappearing when the Knicks needed a steady hand. With Brunson out, the offense was begging for a true alpha to grab control.

It never happened.

Karl-Anthony Towns and Deuce McBride carried the scoring load with 23 apiece. OG Anunoby added 21. And Bridges? He was there — moving, cutting, defending — but not imposing, not bending the game, not answering Booker when the Suns made their move.

That’s the problem.

Without Brunson, the Knicks didn’t just lose their point guard. They lost their identity. And Bridges, the player they bet their future on, didn’t look capable of becoming that identity.

A real No. 1 doesn’t fade when the lights get hotter.
A real No. 1 doesn’t watch Collin Gillespie hit a backbreaking three and Booker follow with a three-point play without punching back.

The decisive stretch — and the familiar ending

The Knicks were tied 87–87 late in the fourth in an ugly, grinding game that felt like it was begging for one player to take it over.

Phoenix did.

Gillespie drilled a three.
Booker bullied his way to a three-point play.
Mark Williams knocked down two free throws.

Just like that, it was 95–87 — and over.

New York went 1-for-10 from three in the fourth quarter, with Towns hearing boos after airballing a wide-open attempt that summed up the night. Seventeen turnovers, rushed shots, and a defense that never found its spine.

Booker shot just 7-for-18, but lived at the line (12-for-14), manipulating a Knicks defense that is supposed to be elite.

That’s the bigger red flag.

Championship defense? Not even close.

Even with Brunson, this team hasn’t defended like a contender.
Without him, it was exposed.

Grayson Allen had 16.
Mark Williams had 14.
Phoenix — a team that had lost two straight on its road trip — walked into the Garden and dictated terms.

For all the talk about “Thibs defense,” this group can’t consistently close, can’t consistently communicate, and can’t consistently protect the paint when it matters most.

That’s not a bad night.
That’s a bad trend.

The uncomfortable truth

Bridges was supposed to be the bridge (no pun intended) from very good to great.

Instead, he looks more like a luxury role player who thrives next to a star — not the star himself.

And that makes the trade look worse by the week.

Because if he can’t carry a shorthanded Knicks team on a night like this — against a struggling Suns team — then what exactly did the Knicks pay for?

The alumni in black jackets were honored for what the Knicks once were.

The current Knicks walked off the floor reminding everyone how far they still are from being what they want to be.

Close, But Not Close Enough: Another Night That Shows How Far the Knicks Still Have to Go

 

The night started the way so many Knicks nights do when they drift west: with promise, with noise, with the idea that maybe this one would mean something more. It ended the way too many of them have ended over the years — with the sound of another team’s crowd, another team’s stars, and another reminder that being good is not the same thing as being ready.

The Warriors beat the Knicks 126–113 on Tuesday night in Golden State, and if you’re keeping score at home, that makes it another game where the Knicks looked sturdy, respectable, and ultimately second-best. The box score will tell you that OG Anunoby led New York with 25 points, that the Knicks are still 25–16, that this wasn’t some embarrassing blowout. The box score will also lie to you.

Because the real story was how easy the game felt for Golden State when it mattered — and how hard it still looks for the Knicks to get to the places champions live.

Jimmy Butler III, wearing Warriors colors now and looking very much like a man who knows how January basketball turns into June basketball, scored 32 points and did all the things stars do when they understand the moment. Eight rebounds. Four assists. Two steals. He didn’t rush. He didn’t panic. He didn’t need to. He knew exactly when the Knicks were about to make a run and exactly how to smother it.

And then there was Stephen Curry, still the league’s great escape artist, still running defenders into exhaustion and disbelief. He finished with 27 points on 10-for-17 shooting, hit four threes, and handed out seven assists, each one a reminder that gravity is real and that it wears number 30. When the Knicks shaded toward him, somebody else was open. When they didn’t, the ball went up, and more often than not, it went down.

This is the difference. This is always the difference.

The Knicks have built something real under Tom Thibodeau — toughness, accountability, a roster that plays hard every night. They defend. They rebound. They don’t embarrass themselves. That matters. It just doesn’t mean you’re a championship team.

Because championship teams have answers. Championship teams have players who can end debates in the fourth quarter. Championship teams don’t just survive runs — they create them.

On Tuesday night, every time the Knicks hinted at momentum, the Warriors calmly took it back. A Curry flurry. A Butler bucket through contact. A defensive stand that turned into an easy score the other way. The Knicks chased. The Warriors dictated.

That’s why this loss feels heavier than the standings say it should. At 25–16, the Knicks are a very good regular-season team. But the league is littered with very good regular-season teams. What separates the banners from the footnotes is the ability to walk into a building like Chase Center and make the other team blink.

The Knicks never did.

Anunoby scored, yes, and played hard, yes, and gave them everything he had. But the Knicks still felt like a collection of solid parts waiting for a defining piece. Meanwhile, Golden State looked like a team that understands exactly who closes the door — and when.

The Warriors improved to 23–19 with the win, quietly reminding everyone that experience doesn’t disappear just because the calendar changes. The Knicks fell to 25–16, still relevant, still competitive, still chasing something that feels just a little out of reach.

This wasn’t a bad loss. That’s the problem.

Bad losses can be dismissed. Nights like this linger. Nights like this whisper the uncomfortable truth Knicks fans have heard before, even when things are going well: close isn’t close enough, and hopeful isn’t the same as inevitable.

January games don’t decide championships. But they do reveal who’s built for the conversation. On this night, under those lights, the Knicks looked like a team still listening — while the Warriors spoke with the confidence of someone who’s been there before.

And until the Knicks find that voice, the title dreams will remain exactly that: dreams, vivid and loud, but fading just before morning.

The Knicks Got Punked by a 11-Win Team — and There Is No Excuse

 

Let me be very, very clear.

The New York Knicks — a team sitting at a respectable 25–15 — just got their doors blown off by a Sacramento Kings team that came into the night with ELEVEN WINS. Eleven! That’s not a typo. That’s not hyperbole. That is basketball hell.

Final score:
Kings 112. Knicks 101.

And frankly, it wasn’t even that close.

This was not some heroic underdog story. This was a professional embarrassment — the kind that makes you question effort, focus, pride, and whether anybody in a Knicks uniform realized they were supposed to be a playoff-caliber team.

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DeMar DeRozan Put On a Clinic

DeMar DeRozan walked into Golden 1 Center and looked like a man possessed.
27 points. 6 rebounds. 5 assists.

He was cooking.
Midrange, slashing, playmaking — whatever he wanted, he got. The Knicks had absolutely no answer. None. Zero. Zilch.

And just in case that wasn’t humiliating enough, Zach LaVine decided to join the party:

25 points on 8-for-14 shooting, 5-for-9 from three, 5 rebounds.

Let me translate that for you, sir:
The Kings were hitting threes like they were in an open gym… and the Knicks were standing around watching it happen.

No closeouts.
No urgency.
No defensive discipline.

Just vibes.

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Mikal Bridges Was Alone Out There

And bless Mikal Bridges, because at least he showed up.

19 points, 3 rebounds, team-high for the Knicks — but you know what? That’s the problem. That should not be your high point in a game where you’re trying to beat a bottom-feeding opponent.

Bridges was fighting. Everybody else looked like they were waiting for TSA to clear them for the flight back to New York.

Where was the edge?
Where was the toughness?
Where was the identity this team is supposed to have?

Because whatever that was… it wasn’t Knicks basketball.

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This Is the Kind of Loss That Lingers

The Kings now sit at 11–30.

Let me repeat that slowly.

Eleven. And. Thirty.

That is a team that loses almost every night. And you let them look confident. You let them look comfortable. You let them look like contenders.

Meanwhile, the Knicks drop to 25–15 — and this is the type of loss that screams, “We think we’re better than we actually are.”

This wasn’t about talent.
This wasn’t about injuries.
This was about effort and accountability — and the Knicks failed that test.

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No Sugarcoating This

You don’t get punked by a team with 11 wins unless you come in soft.

And last night?
The Knicks were soft.

Outworked.
Outplayed.
Outclassed.

If you want to be taken seriously in the Eastern Conference, you cannot show up in Sacramento and play like it’s a preseason scrimmage.

Because the Kings didn’t treat it that way.

They treated it like food was on the table — and the Knicks let them eat.