Lots of love for Duncan and the Spurs organization in general, now that they've confounded the experts with a first-round series victory over Dallas:
The months and weeks of the season had come and gone, and Gregg Popovich would meet his [Peter Holt's] eyes with such a confounded gaze. Who the hell knows, the looks told the owner. That’s the beauty of the Spurs. They never think they have the answers, but they almost always do.
Love for Timmy:
They were wildly up and down this year, and that’s why Duncan dismissed the notion that the Spurs were somehow too good to be a seventh seed in the West.
"We earned a seven seed," he insisted. "We got put where we were supposed to be."
There’s the greatness of Duncan, the essence of the man: No sense of entitlement, no sense that past glories earned them excuses now. That’s the culture here. That’s why they keep coming, and coming and coming.
The genius of these Spurs is in the simplicity: They just keep coming and coming and coming. They’re just so damn relentless.
In other news, Mark Cuban apologizes to Mavs fans.
I'm not a fan of Cuban or his antics, but have to admit that his quotes in the press are entertaining. And I can't remember the last time an owner apologized to the fans, not for the team's performance (he praised their fighting spirit), but for failing to put together the best team in the league. I have to give him credit for owning up to that...