Behind 31 points from Tyrese Maxey and a spirited effort from their eight-man rotation, the Sixers secured a playoff berth with a 109-97 victory over the Orlando Magic. Andre Drummond gave the Sixers a big lift with 31 minutes off the bench, and VJ Edgecombe offered a double-double with 19 points and 11 rebounds in his postseason debut.

Here’s what I saw.

Live by the iso, win by the iso (for now)

— If you paid much attention to either of these teams all season, you knew this game was going to be a slog on offense. Orlando has been rough to watch there all season, and without Joel Embiid, the Sixers are a predictable group. But I don’t think Philadelphia did themselves many favors with the strategic approach to this game, because there wasn’t much of one beyond matchup hunting.

For much of the first half, the Sixers relied on their ability to win one-on-one matchups as the totality of their offense. It was particularly stark at the start of the second quarter, with Paul George isolating against Franz Wagner over and over again, and with reasonably strong results, knocking down a few picturesque jumpers to pad the lead. The problem is that those possessions are inherently hard to live on, even for scorers with the size and touch of George. So it left the others out to dry, with VJ Edgecombe struggling early and Tyrese Maxey needing some pull-up magic to sustain his own offense. The stakes were clear — George and Maxey were going to need to summon some special possessions in isolation.

The Magic have turned to Jamal Cain to get some bench shooting in the rotation over the second half of this season, but he was drawing dead trying to keep up with George, not long enough to contest him from the midrange and not quite strong enough to wall him off from the rim. George turned around a game that started poorly within that “Cook his ass, Paul!” scheme, hitting a particularly nasty three over both Wagner and Goga Bitadze on the right wing. It was even worse for the Magic when the Sixers were able to force a few Bane switches, lining George up against a guy with no chance to get a hand in his face. After Edgecombe set up George for a beautiful baseline turnaround in the third, the rookie put his index finger and thumb just an inch apart, grinning at his buddy for the TOO SMALL moment of the evening.

Maxey, of course, is the straw that stirs the drink in Philadelphia. What was so impressive about his game was his commitment to setting the pace in a game that otherwise crawled for long stretches. He went up-tempo whenever possible in transition, played with brilliant downhill speed in the halfcourt, and showed a level of aggression as a pull-up shooter that has been missing from a lot of his recent performances. With Orlando forced to cope with him from all three levels, it opened up the floor for an excellent playmaking effort from Maxey, who zipped passes to open corner shooters with his ailing right hand.

But just as it seemed they were about to break the game open, pulling up by double digits after an Edgecombe layup over Suggs in transition, the downside of stagnant, isolation offense became clear. A double-dribble possession for Edgecombe here, some missed stepback jumpers for Maxey, and the Magic were able to keep themselves in position to strike heading into the fourth. Desmond Bane was on a heater already, and with opportunities to attack against a scrambling transition defense, he picked up some cheapies and trips to the free-throw line late in the third.

I think there were some clear drawbacks on defense from asking so much of these guys as isolation creators, too. George played some outstanding defensive possessions against the core duo of Banchero and Wagner over the first three quarters, but as the Sixers kept going back to the isolation well, it was clear that he was running out of steam in the fourth. Wagner absolutely torched him on a possession with about 8.5 minutes left in the fourth, and anyone with a layman’s understanding of fatigue could figure out why. When you’re asking a guy in his mid 30s to prop up the offense through the sort of plays they ran, it’s only a matter of time before the legs start giving out.

They were able to pull through mostly because Maxey is cut from a different cloth, and he summoned an individual scoring outburst from thin air when they needed it most in the fourth. Running some basic pick-and-rolls with both Bona and Drummond, Maxey pulled together some beautiful off-the-dribble scoring, including a high-arcing shot off the glass with about four minutes to go that laid out the gap in scoring talent between the two teams. If they don’t

Sturdy work from the centers

Andre Drummond went through two months of pretty dire hoops midway through this season, masked by the fact that Joel Embiid was around to vacuum up time and touches on the floor. But he has returned to form at the perfect time for Philadelphia, and he tilted this game as a massive spark plug off the bench.

The method to the madness isn’t a surprise to anyone: Drummond is in the game to control the glass, and he made an impact there almost immediately after checking in for Bona four-and-a-half minutes into this game. Philadelphia’s two wins against Orlando in the regular season were two strong rebounding efforts, and after 24 minutes, the teams were basically in a dead heat on the glass. That’s a tie that goes to the home team in this game, because it neutralized one of the few things the Magic do well as a group.

A bit of credit is due to Adem Bona, who had a pretty quiet stat line that far undersold his efforts to extend possessions. The Magic took multiple fouls trying to stop him from pulling in offensive rebounds, and he was a bolt of lightning to start the third quarter, skying for some of the best blocked shots he has had in two full seasons. He still managed to pick up a couple of heinous fouls, of course.

But there was no doubting who would get the call to finish the game, with Drummond’s physicality bringing him through some weak-armed and weak-willed box outs and toward his ultimate goal. I can’t believe I am typing these words, but I have also gotten to the point where I welcome an Andre Drummond corner three as long as he’s open and in rhythm. Save for a few games where he went off script — hello, San Antonio game — Drummond has done a good job of playing corner spacer without using it as an opportunity to jack up more shots than he should in his role. He even passed up a potential shot to find VJ Edgecombe on an incisive drive-and-kick play by George, and the basketball gods rewarded him with a three to close out the first half in style.

Naturally, it was Drummond who had the dagger to end it. Hell of a night.

Edgecombe’s up-and-down postseason debut

There was no doubt that VJ Edgecombe would leave his imprint on this game one way or another, even if it was an offensive struggle in the first half as he adjusted to playoff-level defense. Edgecombe’s first attempt of the game was a wild layup while falling away from the basket, with the rookie trying to stay away from the outstretched arms of Banchero. His jumper was hit or miss in this one, with Edgecombe missing his first two threes of the night.

But as always, this kid was all action. Edgecombe was dynamite in transition, kick-starting a ton of Philadelphia’s fast break possessions by going up on defensive rebounds and high-pointing the ball before anyone else had a chance to grab it. The Magic, as tough of a defensive backcourt as they have, don’t have a prayer of keeping up with him when Edgecombe hits the turbo button. And even when they were able to meet Edgecombe with a body, he did a great job of reading where the Magic were heading and beating them to the spot:

When drafting Edgecombe was heavily debated last offseason, his lack of wing-level size was viewed as a non-starter for some, but it has rarely shown up in a negative way this season. The rookie ripped Banchero clean on a switch midway through the fourth and played some excellent defense to bother him on spot possessions throughout the game, hanging tough against a player he should have no chance to guard on paper.

Unsurprisingly, it was Edgecombe time when the game was on the line in the closing minutes of the fourth, the rookie dashing in for a heavily-contested layup with two and change to play before drawing free throws on the next possession, offering the little bit of help Maxey needed to see this game through.

Still a lot of work for him to do in this type of environment, of course. Edgecombe got caught between worlds as a ballhandler several different times in this one, turning the ball over multiple times as you could see the decision-making gears turning in his head. Orlando is not good enough to punish those lapses in concentration, but the Celtics will be, and this soft launch for the playoffs should give him a better understanding of what he needs to be ready for starting on Sunday afternoon.

Other notes

— For anyone who is a play-in skeptic, I can tell you that watching these games in person is much closer to a playoff environment than it is to an 83rd regular-season game. There was a possession in the first quarter where Quentin Grimes (probably illegally) bumped Desmond Bane while chasing him off-ball, fought through a screen to stick with Bane as he came back for the ball, and ultimately ripped the possession away from him as Bane cried foul to the officials. In a mid-January game, Grimes probably gets called for at least two fouls on the same possession.

— For as long as he remains in Philadelphia, Kelly Oubre is the walking X-factor, the guy whose confidence and microwave scoring can carry a game and, well, give one right back in the wrong circumstances. In a starting lineup featuring Maxey, Edgecombe, and George, teams have decided to stray from Oubre on the perimeter and live with the results from deep.

The problem with doing so is that Oubre is completely unfazed by a miss, or even a series of misses. He was charged up for this one — after spearing Franz Wagner with an illegal screen in the first quarter, Oubre jawed back and forth with Banchero to the delight of the home crowd, earning matching techs with the Magic’s young star. And as the Magic kept selling out to stop Maxey in the middle of the floor, Oubre did his job and took his open threes with absolutely no second-guessing.

— Tony Brothers called essentially two different games between the first and second quarters, which is about the standard for him. Dreadful to watch. For the record, I love that Edgecombe stood and stared in Suggs’ grill on that sequence in the third, even though he drew a taunting foul for it. Send Tony Brothers to jail!