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Mark Bradley: These aren’t the same old Hawks

Published on NewsOK Modified: April 23, 2014 at 5:52 pm •  Published: April 23, 2014
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If you’re among those who saw the Hawks get boat-raced in the second half of Game 2 and felt moved to mutter, “Same old Hawks,” you should curb that urge to bail out.

If you’re someone who stopped watching this team a while ago because you grew weary of seeing the Same Old Hawks lose the Same Old Way, now’s the time to venture another peek.

These are demonstrably not the Same Old Hawks. They’re not playing at cross-purposes. They know the difference between a good shot (a Kyle Korver 3-pointer) and a lousy one (a Josh Smith 3-pointer). You can watch them work and not want to scream in agony. You can watch them and, if you care about basketball, you’ll want to watch them again.

This isn’t to say they’re anywhere near a great team, though on their good nights they’re apt to up and beat anybody. This isn’t to say they’ll trump the Indiana Pacers over a full series, though I continue to like their chances. This is to say that, five years from now, we could recall this spring as the time a roundly unloved Atlanta team recaught our eye, kind of like the Braves in 1991.

The Hawks occupy a curious place in our sporting landscape. They’ve made the playoffs seven years running, which neither the current Braves nor the current Falcons have done, but finding an Atlantan who’ll admit to being a Hawks fan is as difficult as locating a Chick-fil-A in Montana. The Hawks are the team we love to scorn, and through the years we’ve been given cause. But to ignore the Hawks in 2014 because Billy Knight bungled a draft nearly a decade ago is akin to ripping the 21st century Braves because Nick Esasky got vertigo.

Under general manager Danny Ferry, these Hawks haven’t put a foot wrong. They haven’t landed their long-sought superstar, but they’ve built a competitive and cohesive roster. There’s a design to everything this team does. (For example, Ferry doesn’t sign players who can’t shoot.) I can’t make you like the Hawks, but I can attest that watching this team is rewarding in a way that watching no Hawks team of the past 30 years has been.

The ‘Nique-Doc-Spud-Tree crew of the late ‘80s was more entertaining, but that high-bounding bunch ultimately pumped us up to let us down. Lest we forget, that team saw the biggest shot of its biggest game (Game 6 against Boston in 1988) fall not to a real scorer but to sub forward Cliff Levingston, whose touch was such that his nickname was “House” — because he hoisted enough bricks to build one.

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