Dear Guys (and possibly ambiguously avatar'd Ladies...)

Life has a funny way of handing you lemons. You can literally be on top of the world, and know in your heart of hearts that it wont be long before some gross troll tries to come out from under a bridge and eat your billy goats. Despite the fact that there is most definitely a clearly defined chasm separating us from our beloved millionaire professional athlete Spurs (or thousandaire if you're Gary Neal), I think the current tide of events has been more than enough to show that gross trolls are relatively indiscriminant when it comes to whose billy goats are being eaten. In the case of our team, I think that troll would be rather aptly defined as the Memphis Grizzlies.

In traditional literature, trolls are typically seen as disgusting antagonists and formidable nemeses desperately in need of righteous genocidin'. It's a good thing then, that our very own Tim Duncan has likely encountered trolls par excellence during his many travels through places where only nerds go.

Before you ask me where I'm going with this, let me just say that I was already driving full speed towards left field anyways...

In all the times of great conflict to which I've been privy, which are mostly always in movies, because I'm unfortunately not that cool, it's not unheard of for our heroes to stand on the precipice of defeat before rising like a mighty flaming bird and winning the day for justice. In fact, I'd say it's a fairly common occurrence. During these pivotal moments, it is generally apropos for the protagonist(s) to either emit, or rally behind, a righteously awesome battle cry. I, ladies and gentlemen, feel that this is that time for our Spurs.

Barack Obama says that there is a widening gap between the upper class and normal people. I say that's a load of crap. I say that because right here, on Pouding The Rock, I am presenting not only a chance to stand alongside our compatriots in Silver and Black, but also real, genuine democracy. None of that electoral college junk. The electoral college doesn't even have a football team anyways, ergo it is a college of no real merit or consequence.

It's Battle Cry Time, dudes and dudettes! So tell me...

What's it going to be?