1972 ABA Playoffs - Eastern Division

Eastern Division

Champion: New York Nets

Division Semifinals

(1) Kentucky Colonels vs. (3) New York Nets: Nets win series 4-2

  • Game 1 @ Kentucky: New York 122, Kentucky 108
  • Game 2 @ Kentucky: New York 105, Kentucky 90
  • Game 3 @ New York: Kentucky 105, New York 99
  • Game 4 @ New York: New York 100, Kentucky 92
  • Game 5 @ Kentucky: Kentucky 109, New York 93
  • Game 6 @ New York: New York 101, Kentucky 96

(2) Virginia Squires vs. (4) The Floridians: Squires win series 4-0

  • Game 1 @ Virginia: Virginia 114, Florida 107
  • Game 2 @ Virginia: Virginia 125, Florida 100
  • Game 3 @ Florida: Virginia 118, Florida 113
  • Game 4 @ Florida: Virginia 115, Florida 106

Division Finals

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

  • Game 1 @ Virginia: Virginia 138, New York 91
  • Game 2 @ Virginia: Virginia 115, New York 106
  • Game 3 @ New York: New York 119, Virginia 117
  • Game 4 @ New York: New York 118, Virginia 107
  • Game 5 @ Virginia: Virginia 116, New York 107
  • Game 6 @ New York: New York 146, Virginia 136
  • Game 7 @ Virginia: New York 94, Virginia 88

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