TO’s & Threes – NBA Column 07/27/26

By Vinny Jace, Special to the15net dot com:
To many onlookers, the simplest answer is always the most alluring: “Just keep Jaylen Brown—you don’t have to give him the extension if you don’t want to.” “Just trade for Giannis. What’s all this jargon about not wanting to pay him 35% of the cap?” “Go get LeBron.” What complicates this is that the teams who made these moves aren’t inherently dumb. While I see flawed logic in their methods, I can’t deny it’s arguably more fun to be a fan of the Miami Heat or Philadelphia 76ers right now. Giannis and Bam Adebayo form a fierce frontcourt. The 76ers have a stacked starting five of pure hoopers and two bench pieces to round out their rotation. What they did was undoubtedly sexier than anything Boston did. Miami might fade, but Philadelphia is a tougher sell—mainly because I can’t name a team that ever regretted getting into the LeBron business.
The new realities of the CBA have scared some teams into submission and driven others into volatile states where they’re throwing whatever they can at the wall. Timberwolves GM Tim Connelly was the first to routinely take out another mortgage on the house to build around Anthony Edwards—first with the Rudy Gobert acquisition, then by trading Karl-Anthony Towns, and now with his riskiest gambit yet: sending four first-round picks and three seconds for LaMelo Ball. Holding a core together nowadays is nearly impossible. Constant reshuffling and big splashes are to be expected. The only alternative is patience, but only a few general managers can keep their ducks in a row before job-security rumblings begin.
Coming off the heels of the “Dork Elvis” era, the 76ers have decided to go full dumb-jock mode: trading for Jaylen Brown and throwing themselves at LeBron. Their starting five features two electric scoring guards in Tyrese Maxey and V.J. Edgecombe, a Finals MVP in Brown, arguably the Greatest Player of All Time in LeBron, and the most dominant big man since Shaq in Joel Embiid. Sounds great, right? That’s because it is great. But there are major related caveats: health and age. In the most recent playoffs, only two players logged significant minutes among the league’s aging stars—LeBron (duh) and Kevin Durant. (& also James Harden- Ed.) Neither made it to the Conference Finals. LeBron was eliminated in the second round by the Oklahoma City Thunder. He wasn’t personally embarrassed—he played 37 minutes a night, averaging 23 points, 6 rebounds, and 6 assists—but on December 30th he’ll turn 42. He’s still the man.
Just not on defense.
You can’t blame him for taking plays off, failing to box out, or loafing in transition. Nick Nurse isn’t known for conserving his players. Maxey and Edgecombe had to play a grueling 35–40 minutes per night just to drag Philly to the 7th seed. While the team is significantly more talented than last season, all it takes is one injury to LeBron or Embiid to put the young guards back in the same brutal spot.
In 2023, Milwaukee was instantly labeled a title contender after trading for Damian Lillard. Then it turned out Giannis and Lillard were like oil and water. The partnership fizzled, and the biggest acquisition ended up being Jrue Holiday, whom Stevens swiped from the scrap heap in mid-September. The following year, savvy moves on the margins delivered Oklahoma City a title with Alex Caruso and Isaiah Hartenstein. A year later, the Knicks’ retention of O.G. Anunoby proved more valuable than the flashy, score-first guard San Antonio had in De’Aaron Fox.
This is the new NBA. Stars get you through the regular season.

The players on the margins save your ass in the playoffs. Why did the Celtics lose to Philadelphia? Because Payton Pritchard and Jordan Walsh didn’t play more. It sounds ridiculous—like saying the Celtics lost in ‘85 because there wasn’t enough Quinn Buckner. But that’s the world we live in now. The 76ers and Heat will go as far as their role players take them. But they can’t be just any role players. They need super subs—guys who do everything consistently enough that you take it for granted. You can’t cross your fingers hoping for a good night from your eighth man. The moment you realize you can’t count on two threes off the bench, a handful of lockdown defensive possessions, or connective passing from your backup ball-handler, you’re fucked. Maybe the Heat and 76ers will prove me wrong. I’m typically wrong about these things. I can’t lie: I’m a little distressed. The two teams I hate most just added unstoppable individual forces. Yeah, I’m scared. Yeah, I’m concerned.
I just watched the godforsaken New York Knicks win a title, and now Ben Stiller is doing a documentary à la Celtics City. Unlike that asshole Bill Simmons, Stiller will portray New York as sunshine and lollipops, glossing over the large swaths of time when the Knicks were a shit-for-brains franchise. That’s one of the benefits of rooting for a Big Apple team, baby. So yes, I’m nervous. Boston is still good enough to contend, but they’ll need some breaks to go their way and may have fallen to third in the East, at least according to the gamblers. Stevens is both competitive and practical – qualities some people (if they’re dumb as rocks) think can’t coexist. Unless you can guarantee a Larry O’Brien Trophy next June, you’re not even trying.
Stevens is biding his time. For what? Who knows. But he saved the team from financial ruin by having the stomach to do what many of us couldn’t. The signings of Mitchell Robinson and Jordan Walsh signal a calm confidence that generates yawns and glazed eyes. One thing I’ve learned in my years of watching basketball: there’s no use fretting right now. Go outside, touch grass, watch a movie. To borrow a phrase, turn off your radios. Don’t invest yourself in media narratives or take the bait from smarmy podcasters.
Vinny Jace is a special contributor to The15net.com. He has never moved from Philadelphia to Bel Air or vice versa.





















