Ok, now that it’s been a day, I can write about the San Antonio Spurs. Yesterday was intensly depressing. I was hurting emotionally and physically. Now, 2 days later, I’m back on the road to recovery. A trip to the gym last night, some time on the treadmill and bike, the sauna, things like that – all very soothing. I have to sweat out the need to watch my team for at least 2 or 3 weeks, and it will be at least 6 months before they start playing again. All the sports writers chose the Spurs to win it all, but unfortunately, the Dallas Mavericks were taught to fish for fouls better than any team I’ve ever watched.
If you’re not familiar with what fishing is about, it goes like this. If you are driving the lane and jump into a defender to draw the foul, that is fishing. If your hair flails about when someone comes to defend you, that is fishing. If you throw your arms up for no apparent reason while posting up on a defender, that my friend, is fishing. Jerk Nowitsky or whatever that wimp’s name is has taken the growth hormone for too long now. His forehead is starting to pop out a bit and that is an obvious sign.
Anyway, the most unfortunate thing about a loss in this series is that Dallas only really won one game. Game 2. Oh yes, and the most unfortunate thing? They can’t win a championship. The Spurs had a chance, but the refs took it away. (Them and Dirk the Jerk’s hair)
Any comments? Go F*#k Yourself.