Except Manu Ginobili. (Well, there are exceptions to everything.) And okay, Duncan is Duncan. Great seventh for the spectator.
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They really are a special bunch, coach and all.
The red staters have won. My faith in a just God has been restored. This series would not have been close if Tim Duncanís ankles were not so tender.
I’m happy.
A team whose most effective weapon is its unruly fans shouldn’t be allowed to win anything.
Quiet competence. Substance over style. Three championships in 7 years. YEAYYYYY SPURS!!!!
The other great thing is that the parade on Saturday will be fun and there will be no violence. This is a fiesta town, and we know how to party in the streets without turning the celebration into an excuse to vandalize and murder.
Congratulations to the Spurs. The last three games were tense.
As for your comment, someone, I’ll be an unruly Pistons fan. Put that where the sun don’t shine. To say that means you know nothing about basketball.
I don’t follow basketball but my husband says it was a terrific series, and San Antonio is a great town, so congratulations to the winners (and condolences to the losers).
Yep, I hadn’t entertained that red/blue notion, but–even though I’m 45 minutes from San Antonio, and love the town’s open airy hard-working color-blind attitude, and even though the Spurs even in the 90s before it was fashionable were a team of self-sacrifing community-minded abd unabashedly God-fearing good guys, I hate to think of Detroit–great team, great coach–as another kick in the pants for the blue states.
More to the point that the teams are so evenly matched, and that good feelings toward the game itself make for great competition, excellence, and fair, coulda-gone-either-way outcomes.
I don’t care how evenly matched this series was. How much tension can there be in a game where the score is 39-38 at halftime? Wondering if they can break 80 points? This was a terrible series. It was terrible for the NBA. The only good thing was that hardly anyone watched this boring hack-fest. Perhaps David Stern will realize that having the referees swallow their whistles in the playoffs is not the best way to make his sport popular.
Swallowed whistles held the score down?