And just like that, we’re here. The final Monday of the regular season. Six months. Roughly 5,000 “what the hell was that?” moments. And now, we’re staring down one of the wildest Western Conference finishes in recent memory—maybe ever.
The East? Mostly chalk. The West? A blender set on “chaotic.” Seeds 3 through 8? Separated by a thread. Tiebreakers, win percentages, schedules, voodoo, whatever—it’s all on the table.
Boston, Cleveland, and OKC are jostling for title-favorite status like it’s the early 2000s and they’re trying to be the next Nelly single. Meanwhile, the Timberwolves—those lovable, frustrating, occasionally spectacular Timberwolves—are somehow making a late push for home-court advantage.