It's every Spurs fan's biggest fear. What will we do when the GOAT PUFF hangs up his high tops and calls it a career? There are certainly several legitimate options available. Sign an up and coming power forward and hope he develops into half the player that Timmy is (or was in this hypothetical). Tank a season and hope to hit the lottery, again. Put the onus squarely on Tony Parker to carry the team and have the entire city get on its knees to beg Pop not to walk off into the sunset with Tim.
Morning Rehash: That's a signature win. Seriously.
Thanks in large part to the worst team in the NBA, the Spurs won in a blowout, as the bench came through to demolish the Bucks in the second half.
But let's think outside the box for a minute. You probably don't know it, but back in the day I could pound the rock and dish the dimes and all that stuff. I played power forward and center for my high school team in West Texas and we almost made the playoffs once. I'm almost 6'5" and if I started practicing tonight, I could probably be in decent enough shape to put in a good 15 minutes a game two years from now.
I ran some simulations today on my Xbox to give you an idea just how bright the future can be. You're welcome, San Antonio. You're welcome.
Before you get your mind blown, though, there are a couple of housekeeping items to address:
- I got the idea to save the city of San Antonio from a guy named Jon Bois who has a series on SB Nation called Breaking Madden. Jon is one of the funniest people on the entire Internet, particularly Twitter. So if you're looking for great fun, follow him at @jon_bois
- I had to create these simulations on NBA 2K11 because I haven't advanced far enough in my writing career to convince my wife that I need to buy 2K14 for "work" purposes.
- I don't actually weigh 320 pounds, but I wanted to create the new superstar power forward for the San Antonio Spurs as close to my likeness as possible, so I just kept throwing on the pounds.
The day started well as I dropped 16 in the rookie challenge. Kawhi Leonard and I were playing a mean two man game against those guys that didn't know what was coming. I impressed the Knicks who were interested in taking me with the 17th pick. In the interview with the GM though I told him I'm not a big city guy because I really didn't want to play for that dumpster fire of an organization.
You wanna car? Done. You wanna watch? Done deal homie.
I had to play in that crap hole of a city for five games before I could request a trade to the Spurs, and my dreams came true when it was granted. I was on my way to San Antonio!
So, enough of the buildup, let's get to it. Behold your future, San Antonio.
We'll run a special play for Tony where I'll distract the defense by jumping behind the bench and hiding, leaving him wide open for the 15 footer.
We've also got some special plays on defense. In this one, I walk around setting screens. While I'm on defense. Which confuses the Houston Rockets so much they can't even make a basket.
Next up is a favorite play of mine, and one that highlights my basketball IQ. If we're on defense and the shot clock is winding down, I high tail it down the court yelling SNOWBIRD SNOWBIRD SNOWBIRD, which leaves me wide open, every single time. Unless they score.
Of course I'll keep great relations with the media. Watch this sick steal, then fundamental pass to Manu on the fast break while I go show Sean Elliott my shoes.
You're worried about ball movement? Watch this. Perfect spacing and ball movement that will make you dizzy.
Of course, since I've been out of the game for so long I'll have to have an agreement from Pop to let me get a drink of water whenever I want, which shouldn't be a problem.
This has always been one of my favorite offensive plays. Watch as I do the spin cycle until freakin' Danny Green messes it up like always.
So there you have it Spurs fans. Absolutely nothing to worry about when Timmy retires.
Our next big thing will come in the form of KOSMO SARR. He's 6'5", and 320 pounds. Can't jump. Not a great shooter. Can't defend. Pretty slow. No stamina to speak of. But he has a mind like an iron trap and a heart as big as the AT&T Center. He's me. He's Kosmo Sarr.
I've gotta go do some burpies and curls now.
Up down, up down. Left right, left right.