Yeah, I have to admit, my Spurs watching habits have grown a bit rusty of late. I don't DVR the games like I used to, and I haven't been to a game yet this season. The good news is, I still come to this lovely gem of a website to get all my Spurs related info. That means that my cynical view of everyone's favorite boring team hasn't waned in the slightest. And sometimes, in the case of Sunday's "game", it's the small victories you have to be happiest about.
I'm sure that before the game, and possibly even during the game until maybe halftime, people thought that maybe this would be a competitive game. Most people think that about big games. However, when you're a Spurs fan, you know that such presumptive behavior usually only leads to you cursing at the TV as you pretend your favorite athletes can hear your distaste as they get completely annihilated in front of Hollywood and the rest of the normal world.
Sunday's game was a terrible game. I shouldn't even have to delve into paltry things like "scores" or "Kobes", when one can just look at the box score and see how loudly they can say their favorite cuss word. I like to phrase mine as some sort of crazy bastardization of linguistics, where the word is a question, statement, and cryptic prophecy all at once. I'm a professional though, and I'm qualified to do those things.
I'm pretty sure that during the time between tip-off and complete embarrassment, Los Spurs were competitive for a second or two. Like I said before, in my last half assed and cynical recap, I feel like I don't even need to watch the games to know exactly what happened. It's sort of like when your wife or girlfriend (or male counterpart for all females aboard this PtR Express Elevator to Basketball Hell) knows you're lying, just because they've known you for so long. My relationship with the Spurs has gotten to that point. We all know that they tease us with their proficiency for a half before wigging out like ED-209 in Robocop.
"You have five seconds to disarm", Spurs....
I have to admit, I feel like some sort of telepathic entity, like those twins in Minority Report. I just KNOW when the Spurs lose, and also why they lose. My special power seems to be limited only to losses, as this season, I just can't seem to figure out why in the hell we win some games. Whatever. My gift, my curse.
For any stat geeks looking to get a professional style recap. Go read ESPN. This new look Scrappy-Doo doesn't care about things like "points", "rebounds", or Hollinger's excruciatingly asinine PER rankings. I've raised my game up about 38 notches, and now I'm just waiting for my Spurs to get here with me. By the looks of Sunday's game, I may be waiting awhile. Good thing I brought my PSP.