1971 ABA Playoffs - Eastern Division

Eastern Division

Champion: Kentucky Colonels

Division Semifinals

(1) Virginia Squires vs. (3) New York Nets: Squires win series 4-2

  • Game 1 @ Virginia: Virginia 113, New York 105
  • Game 2 @ Virginia: Virginia 114, New York 108
  • Game 3 @ New York: New York 135, Virginia 131
  • Game 4 @ New York: New York 130, Virginia 127
  • Game 5 @ Virginia: Virginia 127, New York 124
  • Game 6 @ New York: Virginia 118, New York 114

(2) Kentucky Colonels vs. (4) The Floridians: Colonels win series 4-2

  • Game 1 @ Kentucky: Kentucky 116, Florida 112
  • Game 2 @ Kentucky: Kentucky 120, Florida 110
  • Game 3 @ Florida: Florida 120, Kentucky 102
  • Game 4 @ Florida: Florida 129, Kentucky 117
  • Game 5 @ Kentucky: Kentucky 118, Florida 101
  • Game 6 @ Florida: Kentucky 112, Florida 103

Division Finals

(1) Virginia Squires vs. (2) Kentucky Colonels: Colonels win series 4-2

  • Game 1 @ Virginia: Kentucky 136, Virginia 132
  • Game 2 @ Virginia: Virginia 142, Kentucky 122
  • Game 3 @ Kentucky: Virginia 150, Kentucky 137
  • Game 4 @ Kentucky: Kentucky 128, Virginia 110
  • Game 5 @ Virginia: Kentucky 117, Virginia 105
  • Game 6 @ Kentucky: Kentucky 129, Virginia 117

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