I would like to preface this article by stating that I have never considered myself to be a superstitious person. More often than not I see things as coincidences rather than "signs." However, after a series of events that unfolded yesterday, I might have to reevaluate my view on these sorts of things.
My day started out as any normal day; I woke up, still elated from another blow out and how things are going for the silver and black, ate breakfast, and went about my daily activities. I just would like to note that Fie5ta (you will see) week in San Antonio is probably one of the best weeks of the year in my opinion. It seems as though the entire city around this time contracts TheSickness, as you see more number 20's on the back's of San Antonians as you do in its vaults. Youngins in school learn about the traditions of Fie5ta, and the Spurs are undoubtably intertwined within the spirit of Fie5ta week. Every year, and especially during the past decade and a half, the week serves as a reminder to all members of the silver and black clan: Playoffs are here, and you better be up for it. This year is no different from any other as our team vamps up and gets ready to capture LO'B numero cinco. An usual series of events yesterday gave me a special feeling about this year's team.
After running a few errands, I drove over to my parent's house and was visiting with my little sisters. My youngest sister was showing off her fiesta drawing from school, and as I was looking at it I noticed the unusual shape of her "s" in her spelling of "fiesta." I sat down and corrected her, making note of the difference between the number "5" and the letter "S." It was not until later did I understand that this was all part of a message.
Later, as I was cleaning my room, I stumbled upon a crumpled up $5 bill between the sofa cushions. As I normally do with what I see as "lucky money," I drove to the nearest gas station to purchase a scratch off. After winning my $5 back on the scratch off, I changed my mind to play again when a Chick-fil-a across the street caught my eye. I popped in and ordered a 4-piece chicken delectables as I like to call them. As I was driving home, eating my chicken nuggets (something I vow never to do again after what happened next), I noticed that they gave me 5 nuggets instead of 4. I noticed how prevalent the number 5 was becoming to me today, just as I looked up to see me speeding towards a braked car. Slamming on the breaks, and coming to a complete stop inches before hitting the car in front of me, the message hit me like a World Peace elbow. The license plate of the car in front of me read "LOBN5." (I'll leave the rest out because it's irrelevant and probably illegal.) Larry O'Brien Trophy Numero Cinco. The illusive trophy that we all so earnestly yearn for.
Now I have never pondered what color god might be, but at this moment in time I considered the possibility of a silver and black deity somewhere out there sending me a message to bear and convey to all. It is in this fan post that I have come to impart my newfound secret. I know many of us are disheartened by the lack of respect we get from the media, but I come to tell you today, fellow pounders, that there is an omnipotent silver and black being that surpasses any amount of media coverage.
I mean no disrespect to the Clippers, as we all enjoy watching a former Spur having success. That being said, I regret to inform Blake Griffin that their title known as "LOB CITY," will be relocated to San Antonio, but with a different meaning and added apostrophe. LO'B Trophy numero cinco is coming to the 210, and with a silver and black force leading the way. Let Fie5ta serve as a wake up call, fans, and know that it will not be the only week this year the city will see parades in its streets.