On a night that should have been about triumph, the New York Liberty instead found themselves grappling with frustration and unfinished business. They took the floor in San Francisco to face the upstart Golden State Valkyries, hoping to slam shut the door on any playoff talk, to make the postseason sweet and certain on their own merits. But from the opening tip, it didn’t go as they’d hoped. Missed shots piled up, energy lagged, cohesion faltered. The Valkyries, a team still searching for legitimacy, snarled and hustled, exposing the reigning champions’ vulnerabilities. By halftime the Liberty were trailing badly, their worst offensive stretch of the year laid bare. The scoreboard read 66‑58 when the final buzzer sounded, marking another lost opportunity to clinch their playoff spot. There would be no heroics tonight. No clinching moment. Just another defeat.
Even as the players trudged off the court, the broader destiny of their season remained unresolved. Their own fate still dangled in the balance, unresolved by their own hand, awaiting the turn of events elsewhere.
Meanwhile, a few thousand miles away, in Phoenix, the Mercury were locked in their own battle with the Indiana Fever. Alyssa Thomas flirted with a triple‑double, pouring in 23 points, nine rebounds, nine assists. DeWanna Bonner added 19 points off the bench. The Mercury’s offense was balanced and potent; the Fever, led by Kelsey Mitchell’s 29 points, gave chase but couldn’t overcome, ultimately falling 85‑79. With that result, the Fever’s postseason hopes unraveled. The loss dropped them into an elimination-threshold standing, opening the door for the Liberty. In one game, one final push from the Mercury, New York’s path to the playoffs was cleared—not by a Liberty victory, but by someone else’s. Memphis clinched not via exclamation, but via happenstance.
As Liberty coach Sandy Brondello put it plainly, “We just lost the game. Yeah, we’re in the playoffs, but we still lost the game.” There was no joy in the tone, no sense of conquest. The playoffs awaited the Liberty—but not on their own achievements. They’d clinched a ticket not by asserting dominance, but by courtesy of another team’s fortitude. It was confirmation, not celebration. (New York Post, ESPN.com, SI, NetsDaily, The Washington Post, Brooklyn Eagle, CBSSports.com)
In those final seconds in San Francisco, the truth of the Liberty’s season was laid bare. They had begun with verve—a nine-game winning streak that roared like a promise. But since then, injuries, lineup disruptions, and staggering inconsistency had gnawed at their foundation. Star guard Sabrina Ionescu had been sidelined for multiple games with a toe injury, and other core players had missed time. The roster had been in flux. They’d played with 16 different starting lineups. Their “Big Three”—Ionescu, Breanna Stewart, Jonquel Jones—had only shared the court fully together 13 times all season. That lack of cohesion had shown. In recent weeks, they’d lost six of ten, sliding into precarious territory. Instead of affirming their title defense, they were sputtering toward it, limping rather than sprinting. (New York Post, SI, NetsDaily, Brooklyn Eagle)
Now, with the playoffs locked in, complications remained. Though their record stands at 24–17, the Liberty are perched at fifth in the standings. That means no home‑court advantage in the opening best‑of‑three round. They could be traveling, depending on whether they land fifth (likely matching them with the fourth‑seeded Phoenix Mercury) or drop further if the standings shift. The playoff bracket had taken shape elsewhere: the Lynx had secured the top seed earlier, and behind them a three‑way tie for second had formed among Las Vegas, Atlanta, and Phoenix. New York sat alone at five, a breath behind but still in no firm position. (SI, CBSSports.com, OneSports)
Sandy Brondello’s long-running consistency had guided the team to this point—every single season of her 13-year head coaching career, she’d led her team to the playoffs. No one else had more than seven consecutive seasons to start their head coaching career. The Liberty thus extended their own streak—five straight postseason appearances, the longest in franchise history and second-longest in the league behind the Aces. But it felt like a patchwork promise, not a statement of intent. (liberty.wnba.com, SI)
The locker room was quiet in defeat. There were no post‑game smiles, no victory music. Stewart, known for her fierce competitiveness, had already issued a warning earlier in the week: “this is not going to cut it.” She had said it after their loss to Phoenix delayed their position and exposed deeper issues. She called for mindset, execution, energy—anything but the lethargy that had crept in. But tonight, that warning felt like an echo in an empty arena. Nothing had changed. (New York Post)
Even their opponent in San Francisco played with urgency. The Valkyries—expansion team, still chasing identity—roared behind Temi Fagbenle and Natasha Cloud, held the defending champs to 31.6% shooting, and pulled away in the second quarter with a 21‑5 burst. Monique Billings joined the charge midway, unlocking the press that hobbled the Liberty’s offense. It was more than a win—it was a message. Golden State, finally gelling, became only the second expansion team in WNBA history to topple a reigning champion. They were chasing the postseason too, their magic number now just two. (San Francisco Chronicle, NetsDaily)
Back in New York, there was no celebration on the drive home. The clinch was tempered, not triumphant. The road trip continued with Seattle next, their third and final stop west. Their focus would have to be reset. They needed to regroup, recover, rediscover cohesion. The bench, so jumbled during the season, would have to find rhythm. Stewart and Brondello knew that—this defense of their title would hinge not on luck, but on resolve.
So the playoff berth was theirs—and yet it felt incomplete. They had snuck through the cracks, carried by Phoenician firepower rather than their own. Now came the real test: to show they belonged. To remind themselves and the league that they were more than remnants of last year’s championship, but still a contender in the present. That the Big Three, healthy and unified, could rise again. That Brondello’s streak wasn’t a fluke, but the first chapter in another run.
There’s a paradox in sports: success can breed complacency, struggle can forge clarity. The Liberty’s path here offered no glow, but it offered perspective. The late‑season turbulence, the injuries, the long stretches apart from their stars, the losses that cut deeper than scores. They all mattered. The clinch was a relief, but also a wake‑up call. Now, the playoffs beckoned with all their unforgiving intensity. For New York, it would be about reclaiming identity, rhythm, toughness, hunger.
They walked into September having punched a ticket, but aware they’d earned nothing yet. The Liberty’s season was far from over—but to go further, they would need to play better, together. The clinch mattered, but what came next mattered more.
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