Meltdown of Meltdowns
The Bucks are done. That second half felt like 3 hours.
This might've been the Bucks' magnum opus of meltdowns. Just. Make. A. Stop. I'm like 10 times more upset than game 2. I agree with Charles Barkley: Playoff Bucks are the biggest chokers in NBA history. I also agree with what he said about them having the stupidest offence in the league. The sharks could smell blood in the water and they feasted on the Bucks' collective mental weakness. Just what a bunch of push-overs. I'm not going to look at the box score and pull out numbers and see if there was a bright spot in all that carnage. I don't care. They all deserve middle seats between two crying babies and their luggage lost on a flight from hell on the way back to Milwaukee. Which of course isn't what will happen because they got their own jet.
Jeff Green: just 2021's Van Vleet or Crowder. The unlikely Buck murderer. There always is one. I thought maybe Griffin was headed there but not after tonight.
The Bucks are done. That second half felt like 3 hours. In a nutshell, the game captured the Bucks' experience for decades now: encouraging, exciting, then disappointing... but not just disappointing: Bucks disappointing. It's a particularly jarring and harsh style of disappointing that makes you want to set someone's car on fire or something. Which, of course, is a figurative sentiment. Please: you in the Deer District don't go wilding out tonight; just quietly have 8-10 beers somewhere and pass out.
