Eastern Division
Champion: New York Knicks
Division Semifinals
(1) New York Knicks vs. (3) Baltimore Bullets: Knicks win series 4-3
- Game 1 @ New York: New York 120, Baltimore 117 (2OT)
- Game 2 @ Baltimore: New York 106, Baltimore 99
- Game 3 @ New York: Baltimore 127, New York 113
- Game 4 @ Baltimore: Baltimore 102, New York 92
- Game 5 @ New York: New York 101, Baltimore 80
- Game 6 @ Baltimore: Baltimore 96, New York 87
- Game 7 @ New York: New York 127, Baltimore 114
(2) Milwaukee Bucks vs. (4) Philadelphia 76ers: Bucks win series 4-1
- Game 1 @ Milwaukee: Milwaukee 125, Philadelphia 118
- Game 2 @ Milwaukee: Philadelphia 112, Milwaukee 105
- Game 3 @ Philadelphia: Milwaukee 156, Philadelphia 120
- Game 4 @ Philadelphia: Milwaukee 118, Philadelphia 111
- Game 5 @ Milwaukee: Milwaukee 115, Philadelphia 106
Division Finals
(1) New York Knicks vs. (2) Milwaukee Bucks: Knicks win series 4-1
- Game 1 @ New York: New York 110, Milwaukee 102
- Game 2 @ New York: New York 112, Milwaukee 111
- Game 3 @ Milwaukee: Milwaukee 101, New York 96
- Game 4 @ Milwaukee: New York 117, Milwaukee 105
- Game 5 @ New York: New York 132, Milwaukee 96
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