What a night. Thursday’s gonna suck. I can’t believe how much a Spurs’ loss can push my heart into my throat. Clench every muscle in my body. I don’t remember the last time I had to deal with a Game 7 situation. Lakers-Celtics? The only other time I really cared. I’m pissed. The Spurs played ugly in the second two quarters of this game. And give it to Detroit. As practically every sports writer said, they play best when their backs are up against the wall. Unfortunately, the Spurs never pulled their heads out of their asses after Game 3. And now Hubie Brown is talking about how great Detroit has done. It’s very interesting to me how the Spurs, who those same sports writers say are a team with character, all of a sudden become this annoying group of folks who really don’t deserve to win. It’s Detroit now who needs the support of the people and deserves this championship. I’m annoyed. At some point in the fourth quarter tonight, the silver and black rolled over and handed practically every offensive and defensive rebound and possession to Detroit. So what’s the answer? A lot of stress for me on Thursday. A prayer, perhaps. But I don’t pray. For Manu to stop turning the ball over in the paint. For Tim Duncan to make a freethrow. For all of them to get a rebound. To start making baskets. It’s gonna be quite a night. Game 7. This is far from the sweep I had hoped it would be.
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Whoa Nelly!
ESPN.com. Is there a picture of any of the Spurs on the homepage tonight? Is there a picture of Bruce Bowen mid-three-point shot? How about of Robert Horry sneaking in after a Spurs’ field goal to steal an inbounds pass? Or of Manu Ginobli flying out of bounds to save a possession, which turned into three points? A Tim Duncan rebound. A Tony Parker pass through the key to a driving Ginobli? They can all be caught, these pictures. And perhaps they were. But none are on display tonight on ESPN.com. Ok, then. Let’s get on with it. I don’t wanna hear another word about the Spurs being boring. Never. Ever. Every day, I go to my personalized Google ‘San Antonio Spurs’ news and I read countless articles talkin’ about ‘this is gonna be a boring series’; ‘two defensive teams playing each other in the finals can only be good for the seven or so fundamentalists out there.’ Enough. This San Antonio Spurs team, though they arrived twenty-seven years ago and have been blessed by the likes of George Gervin, David Robinson (true love right there), and Sean Elliott, and now Timmy, Manu, and Tony, is finally being recognized. They’re making shit happen. Period. Cutting through the key practically untouched, hitting (thankfully!) from the line, from beyond the arc, blocking shots, chasing loose balls out of bounds, stealin’, fakin’….Winning. The thing is, they’ve been doing it all along. Boring nothing. ‘It’s a must-win for the Spurs tonight,’ they say (yes, even David); ‘Detroit had to do this or do that’; ‘Detroit just fell apart; they were lax.’ How about giving the Spurs props for beating four games to one a Denver team that was hitting during the stretch; a Seattle team four games to two (I think) that was right up there with Phoenix and San Antonio throughout the season for the top spot; and a Phoenix team four games to one that, well, that was the best team in the league and featured the league’s MVP? And now? Up two games to none against the defending champs. Fifteen- and twenty-one point victories, respectively. I want to hear some Spurs props. I wanna hear from the Spurs players. I wanna see quote after quote from my Google news page tomorrow from Pop and Timmy, et al. And I don’t wanna hear excuses about ‘I didn’t get any good shots…it wasn’t Bowen’s defense at all.’ You’re right, Rip. It wasn’t Bowen at all. The silent stopper, the defensive specialist who chose back in college to specialize on this end of the court. He had nothin’ to do with it. I think your vision might be a little cloudy from the sweat pooling in your mask. So the boys are gonna fly to Detroit, with the knowledge that they blew a 2-0 lead last year against the Lakers in the second round. They’re going into a place that, according to Bill Walton (SHUT UP!), is the one place in all of sports that is the hardest to play for a visiting team. As respectful sportsmen do, they’re going to go in there and play as though they’re down by two rather than up. They’re going to understand that Detroit will be out for blood, unhappy with their output thus far and unwilling to be embarrassed again. They’ll just go in there and be the Spurs. They will walk into the Palace with the respect that they have for Detroit and its game. For the game. I hope the press give some of that respect back to a team that deserves it.
The Time is Near
The NBA calendar hung on my wall; I looked at it every day to see who the Spurs were playing. And the Suns. And the Sonics. Because I wanted the Spurs to always be in first. Then I started paying attention to Miami. Because I wanted the Spurs in the end to have the best record in the league. Despite their second-seed status, they’re in the finals, as all six of you have been made excruciatingly aware of by me, and the show starts tomorrow. Marc Stein of ESPN said it best when he wrote: They have the best player in the series and, well, maybe the two best players. They have the far deeper bench and the home-court advantage and the sort of stylistic adjustability that has their coach, in a complimentary way, calling them chameleons. They have to be the favorites in the forthcoming NBA Finals, these San Antonio Spurs. Yes, they do have to be the favorites. Despite the fact that their opponent will be playing Game 1 on only three days’ rest, though, Detroit is the defending champion. They are ruthless on the defensive end. And have a lot of, let’s say, visible fire. Whereas the silver and black, sleek in their output, keep much in, kind of like me. A random fist pump by Tim Duncan is not unlikely, though, especially after hitting consecutive free throws in a fourth quarter. I’m excited for this match-up, because it’s going to be good basketball. I even got into a rather lengthy conversation with my IT guy today about it. We’re very excited. And nervous. Would I be remiss, or just plain stupid, by predicting the Spurs in four? Yes, I know I would be, but I would like to believe that only because my heart does bad things when the Spurs drop games. The one they lost to the Suns had me in a funk for a while. So as I prepare to sleep on the eve of Game 1, I’m hoping for a Spurs’ sweep, but will settle for a 4-2 series in favor of the Texans — one of the only good things to come out of the state that held onto its slaves the longest.
Just Visited ESPN.com
I mentioned earlier that the Spurs are up two games to none. Right? Apparently, ESPN.com decided to use this opportunity to highlight Steve Nash and his native British Columbia. And not the Spurs. How Tim Duncan is coming off of a bad ankle sprain. How Bruce Bowen is in the press a little too much because of Ray Allen. How the team overcame last year’s nightmare vs. the Lakers to get to the Western Conference Finals. And Go Up Two Games To None VS. The Best Team In The League! On The Road! Nice. And here is another thing that drives me batty: “With their 111-108 win at Phoenix, the Spurs became only the third team in NBA history to win the first two games of a playoff series on the road after having trailed entering the fourth quarter in each game.” — Source: Elias Sports Bureau How about something a little different? The Spurs are the 10th team in history to win two road games during the Western Conference Finals when the assistant coach had shell fish the night before the first game. Or…. The Spurs are the second team in history to be this close to the finals when the center took salsa lessons during the off-season. Or…. The Spurs are the first team in history to win the first two games of a playoff series on the road when none of the players have had sex with their wives, girlfriends or boyfriends in more than two weeks.
My Candy Store
After sleeping late and lounging in the heat of my house, Mary and I finally ventured into Manhattan.
Bless her heart for not wanting to see the “touristy” things. That’s never been my thing. So instead, our first stop of the day was the most wonderful store I think I’ve ever stepped foot into: The NBA Store on 5th Ave and 52nd St. Unfortunately for me, it’s a quick subway trip from my house. I came pretty close to asking for a job application, but I have a feeling I wouldn’t bring any money home.
So the first thing I saw when I walked in was the Spurs championship gear. Now, I should say that what prompted this last-minute trip was the fact that I noticed some flaws in my new Spurs hat. The elastic underneath the logo on the front is coming through the logo. That’s not cool.
So in the back of my mind, I decided to go to the NBA store in order to look for a sturdier hat, although I still love my new one. Because I got my housing deposit back the other day, I decided to treat myself to something. Something small. This store is two floors of merchandise from every single team. It really seems like a heaven on earth if there was such a thing. Read More
In Defense of the Spurs — Again
These damn sports writers. I’ve just been perusing an article on ESPN.com about Kenyon Martin’s need to step up in the finals in order for the Nets to have a chance against the Spurs. I was enjoying it (just a little, though, because his style bothers me.
All those exclamations! And what’s with the stupid rhetorical questions?). His first allusion to the Spurs only having one good player slid past me with little notice. However, the following gem stopped my eyes dead in their tracks. And pissed me off: Anyone have the Spurs better than third when the season started? When the playoffs started? C’mon now. OK, quick, who’s their second-best player? For a split second, maybe I considered the Spurs’ roster as a knee-jerk reaction to defend them; first stop: David Robinson, of course. But, unwilling to even fathom rating David, I moved on. Then, during the second half of the second, I thought more closely about the question. And then about basketball as a whole. Read More
Boring Athletes
I’ve just had the displeasure of reading a stupid column on SI.com where an apparently bored writer decided to scour U.S. sports for the most boring athletes. Among the lot included Tiger Woods, Kurt Warner, Mia Hamm (soccer, look her up) and Pete Sampras. Who topped the list? Tim Duncan.
What do these athletes have in common? In my extremely humble opinion, they have the ability to wow spectators and opponents with sheer talent. They exhibit the utmost repsect for their chosen field of play and they’re the ones who win and lose graciously. About Duncan, the writer said, ” … But at least the Lakers’ O’Neal has some flair about him. At least he can get a little mean once in a while. Read More