I want to make a case in favor of the Spurs winning the series, in spite of the warning signs, the Memphis 1st Round Championships T-shirts, and the nagging suspicion that our guys have nothing left in the tank or electric fuel cell in Bonner's case.

I've had an epiphany recently.  While my family life is great, I have good friends and I enjoy my time away from the office, I absolutely hate my job.  The hate was evident day one when a person timed my bathroom break, and asked me to speed things up a bit. But the epiphany was that I'm not stuck. 

Nothing is set in stone until we let it be set in the stone that is set for setting.  There are chances to take, and I'm taking them.  I'm doing things I've been told I can't do anymore.  I'm taking back my ambition that has been buried in a box, and I'm breaking that mother wide open.  I'm hoping to see some big things happen. 

The Spurs are in a rut too.  They look tired and complacent.  They look like there's nothing left in that proverbial tank, and they may be right.  Historically the Spurs are a team that peaks at the tail-end of the season; their best ball is summer ball.  The exception may be morphing into the rule, considering the last few years. 

But there's another way to look at this, or at least I hope the Spurs can take some solace from it.  They need to win three games, one on the road and two at home.  Three games.  And they need to win these games against the Memphis Grizzlies. 

A month ago I would have said this, say in the midst of a 10 game winning streak, and it didn't sound like I carry a tin foil hat in my pocket. 

It's just three games.  It's not probable, but it's extremely possible. 

Go Spurs.