I wept at the end of game 6 against the Thunder. That win meant the world to me. Don't think I've ever hurt after a loss like I did after games 6 and 7 of last year's Finals. If it was that bad for me, a mere fan, I know it must have been absolute torture for the players and staff of this franchise we all love so dearly.
I had to take a step back and reevaluate how much I became emotionally involved in sports after that series. I didn't watch a full Spurs game until mid-December. Basically, I threw a Trey Felder tantrum and refused to acknowledge that life must go on.
Thank you, San Antonio Spurs, for not reacting to last year's heartbreak the way I did. Thank you for facing the sports tragedy head on, and committing yourselves to earning another opportunity. Thank you for giving a grown man who roots for his team like a child reason to hope and believe once again. Even if y'all come up short once again, I am so incredibly moved by y'all's refusal to accept defeat, to rage against the dying of the light, and to return to the biggest stage once again. That in and of itself is the heart of a champion.
In the words of an old quote from Manu Ginobili: "I am happy. I am proud."
Beat The Hell Outta Miami.
Go Spurs Go.