Game 82 vs. PHX: An “F” for Effort
And I thought the Jazz came out sluggish and lethargic last night. Last night was the good ol’ days. It is hard to put into words how much I hate the Jazz right now, so I’ll let Andrei, KOC, and Deron sum up the game for me:
The Jazz were absolutely incompetent tonight. If not for Memo making it rain in the first quarter, this was potentially a 40- or 50-point piecing. The final score was absolutely no indication of how unclose the game was.
I know we were shorthanded. Guess what? I don’t care. Winners come to play, regardless. The Jazz–Memo aside–did not come to play and got dominated. They had, in theory, so much motivation to win the game tonight. 1) it was LHM Night; 2) my beloved Stock was in the house; 3) um, hello? Playoff seeding? The difference between home court advantage and roadkill?
Unfortunately, this team can’t/won’t/doesn’t know how to get up for big games. There was no urgency. There was no heart. There was no teamwork. There was no killer instict. No leadership. No taking care of business. No must-win mentality. All we saw was the Utah Jazz at its absolute worst: going through the motions, sloppy, being dominated, abandoning the offense–in other words, just a bunch of headless chickens running around aimlessly.
The wind completely went out of the season’s sails when AK got injured. Now, for the second year in a row, we are going into the Playoffs on a low note. Doesn’t that just fill you with confidence, since it worked out so well last year?