"Imagine a distracted, mostly disingenuous “it’s not you, it’s me” speech that drags on for nearly a decade at ear-splitting volume, interrupted only by canned crowd noise, the airy poompf of a T-shirt cannon and one 13-point loss after another, and it’s easy to understand why the prevailing mood at the last game in New Jersey was one of faintly nostalgic exhaustion."

— David Roth on why the Brooklyn Nets can scrub hard, but the Jersey won’t come off for Capital New York.