JOHNSON IN THE CLUTCH: DON'T CALL HIM MAGIC, JUST CALL HIM UNRELIABLE
Alexander Wolff
August 20, 1984
At long last we've settled the NBA world championship—like well-trained lab mice, we don't lapse into that inadequate appellation of yore, NBA playoffs—and we're about ready to consign to the archival microfiche the seven-game drama that the Los Angeles Lakers and Boston Celtics acted out for us last spring. But first, take a last look at one thing the series settled: Earvin (Magic) Johnson, L.A.'s superstar guard, simply is not a clutch player.
Certainly anyone can be excused for turning the ball over at crunch time—once. Maybe twice. And anyone can miss an occasional shot or blow a couple of free throws (though, increasingly, such failings are tolerated more often than they should be). But when this happens repeatedly, we can't help but wonder: When the very biggest games get to be their very closest, is Magic's unreliability chronic?
Show us it ain't so, Earvin.