Fourteen Port
2019 NBA Western Conference First Round, Game 3
Ticket to Ride - When Number Two sat down in an undisclosed private dining room this past summer with Popo, the best weapon in the organization told his general that he wanted out. He confessed, "This isn't the life I want anymore. I've got my family to think about." Popo tried to talk him out of it but there was no changing Number Two's mind. The silent assassin looked his teacher squarely in the right shoulder and timidly mumbled, I'm grateful for all of the time you invested in developing my talent, but in the end, man, I just want to go home. I'm paraphrasing, of course. Number Two has never said that many words in one day, much less in one conversation. With a poker face that would make Doyle Brunson blush, Popo stared directly into Number Two's eyes and pierced them so deep, it was as if he had launched into a flawless cliff dive into Number Two's soul. After pausing long enough to have taken a bath in his soldiers's deepest insecurities, Popo chuckled softly to lighten the mood and then chased his silence-breaker with a warm smile. He asked his pupil, "Do you like the wine?" Number Two answered, "Honestly, Popo, I couldn't care less about the wine. I just want to go home. Will you please just send me home to California?" Popo, still smiling warmly, looked down at his wine glass as if it had just asked him a more urgent question than the man sitting across the table from him. He picked up the glass, sniffed it longingly and then swirled the blood red liquid with the precision of a sommelier. With his smile still intact, Popo glanced back up at Number Two and then abruptly returned his attention to his glass, taking it to his lips and slowly drinking it dry. After returning his glass to the table, the aging general leaped up out of his seat with the exuberance of a man half his age. Popo walked across the table, patted his soldier reassuringly on the shoulder, leaned down to his ear and answered, "I'll see what I can do. Let me get back to you in a few weeks." With that, he was walking for the exit. Before reaching out to open the door to leave, Popo paused, turned, looked at Number Two, and gave the now disgruntled student whom he'd once loved like a son one final order. "Pay the check."
Outside the restaurant, Popo's second-in-command Robert Canterbury was waiting in an unmarked black sedan. Popo jumped in the passenger seat and said, "Hey, Robby. Let's go." Unable to hide his anticipation, Robert Canterbury nervously asked, "Well, what happened?" Popo replied, "He wants us to send him to California." His face sinking, Robert Canterbury nervously said, "So it's as bad as we had feared. This is a major setback. It's going to take years to develop another solider to replace what we're losing from Number Two. So do you want me to contact the organizations in Los Angeles?" Ignoring the question, Popo instead instructed his subordinate, "I want you to get Number Five on the phone. I want to start working on training him as Number Two's replacement tomorrow." Robert Canterbury replied, "Done. I'll let him know as soon as we get to the airport." Popo continued, "It's not going to take years to replace Number Two. I'll have Number Five ready by next April. And to answer your earlier question, we're not sending Number Two to Los Angeles. He wants to go home? Not on my watch. We're sending him as far away as possible. Make a call to the organization in Canada. We're sending him to Toronto."
Five months later, it seemed like everything was progressing perfectly in Number Five's development. He had worked night and day all summer on the covert operation to replace Number Two as Popo's greatest combination of offensive and defensive weapon. The skill set he was unleashing during his rigorous training exercises had everyone in the organization buzzing and the other asset Popo had deported out of the country in August was quickly becoming a distant memory. Then, out of nowhere, disaster struck. On October 7th, during a simulation drill, Number Five was severely injured. The following day, it was determined that the weapon Popo had invested the entire summer in (to replace what had been lost when Number Two absconded his position) would be unable to participate in the entire upcoming campaign while rehabbing a torn ACL. Everyone inside and outside the organization assumed all was lost. The organization would need a year to regroup and the immediate campaign it was preparing for was a lost cause that would surely end in brutal defeat.
Everyone, except Popo. The day of Number Five's injury, the old pedagogue spent the morning in his office alone, reflecting on it in silence; not to bemoan the problem but rather to construct its solution. After a few hours alone with his thoughts, Popo abruptly stood up, left his office, and started walking over to the organization's training facility. As he expected, the person he was going to speak to was in the weight room, diligently preparing for the upcoming campaign. When the soldier stood up from the weight bench after noticing that his general had entered the room, Popo walked up and greeted him with a fatherly embrace, putting his arm over his pupil's shoulder. Popo asked, "How are you?" He was answered with a nod that revealed the soldier's concern for his wounded brother. Popo continued, "Look, the news is as bad as we'd feared. Number Five is out indefinitely." Popo removed his arm from his pupil's shoulder as the younger man raised his hands to cover his face in disbelief. Trying to quickly move past his pupil's display of emotion, Popo said, "There's no time for that. What's happened is in the past and we still have a mission to complete. I want you to take his place. We are going to put you through Number Five's training regimen, only, you're going to have to go through it while also leading our platoon out in the field every other night because summer is over and the campaign begins in two weeks. Learning on the job while simultaneously performing Number Five's training regimen is going to be brutal. It's going to damn near break you. But if you're willing to accept the challenge and unequivocally commit to everything I'm going to ask you to do, I give you my word that I will have you ready to do everything we were planning to ask of Number Five by next April." Skeptical, the soldier protested, "That's impossible, Popo. Number Five has been working towards this assignment for two years already. I mean, it took Number Two four years of training before he was ready to take on that responsibility." Popo shot him a determined glare and countered, "Well we don't have four years, son, we have six months. Look, I know I'm asking you for a huge commitment but the reason I'm asking is because I know you're capable of rising to the challenge. I see something in you. Same as Number Five. More than Number Two. Why don't you sleep on it and if you're willing to accept the challenge, meet me here tomorrow morning at 4:00 am and we'll begin your preparation. And soldier, don't show up tomorrow unless you believe in yourself as much as I believe in you and unless you're ready to work." With that, Popo turned and walked out of the training facility in search of a nice afternoon glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The next morning, Popo arrived at the organization's training facility at 3:30 am expecting to have a half an hour to prepare for the arduous road ahead. To his amusement but not to his surprise, his pupil was already in the weight room working out. The soldier turned to greet his general and said, "Hey, Popo. I do believe in myself and I will do every last thing you ask of me every single day for the next six months to be ready for April or I will break my back trying." Nodding in approval, Popo pulled his whistle out of his pocket and responded, "Okay. Let's get started, Number Four."
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Last night, the San Antonio Spurs defeated the Denver Nuggets 118-108 in front of a raucous, Fiesta-immersed crowd at the AT&T Center to take a 2-1 lead in the best-of-seven first round matchup. Do I even need to announce who was the player of the game? If you're reading this post and you don't already know, that would mean you know nothing about the Spurs or the results of last night's contest and are just reading this because you enjoy the brilliance of my writing. On second thought, my writing is kinda brilliant so there's a decent chance you are reading this despite not having any knowledge of Game 3. As I was saying, the player of the game was Derrick White. Number Four was flat-out sensational. So much so that last night, he was the best player on the court. Our second-year point guard lit up the Alamo City with a career-high 36 points on 15-21 shooting. Most of those shot attempts were at the rim as Derrick got wherever he wanted on the court facilitating a masterpiece offensive performance that also included five assists and only one turnover. Derrick was equally dominant on the defensive end, grabbing five rebounds, collecting three steals and adding a block for good measure. The most impressive indication of his defensive impact was his performance as the primary defender on Denver's second leading scorer and Game 2 hero, Jamal Murray. Murray finished with an underwhelming six points on 2-6 shooting.
After Derrick obliterated the Nuggets for 26 points in the first half, Denver made the adjustment of putting Gary Harris (their best perimeter defender) on him in the third quarter. The focus on slowing down White allowed DeMar DeRozan to go nuts in the period, enjoying the freedom to unleash his offensive arsenal against single-coverage from lesser Denver defenders than Harris. DeMar had 19 of his 25 points during the third frame and finished the game shooting an efficient 9-18 from the field and 7-8 from the line. Back to Derrick, I'm still in awe of what he did last night after having nearly 24 hours to process it. His development this season has been astonishing and last night he put everyone in league and casual basketball fans around the globe on notice: another two-way star has arrived in San Antonio.
Given everything that has transpired in the last twelve months, from Kawhi Leonard's abandonment of his teammates and inexplicable trade demand, to also losing our next best perimeter defender Danny Green in the trade with Toronto, to losing our next best perimeter defender and best prospect to replace Leonard's two-way abilities on the court Dejounte Murray to a season-ending injury in October, I'm equally in awe of Coach Pop. Everyone in the basketball-viewing world believed the Kawhi Leonard trade was utterly devastating for the Spurs. Everyone, except Gregg Popovich. That's the magic of being the greatest coach in the history of the game of basketball. It's not devastating to lose a disgruntled superstar when you're the one who turned that raw, athletic wing-defending prospect without a jump shot into Kawhi Leonard. While everyone else was bemoaning the loss of a player of Leonard's caliber, Coach Pop was focused on developing another one in Dejounte Murray. While everyone else was bemoaning the bad luck of Dejounte's preseason injury and the loss of a player of Murray's caliber for a year, Coach Pop simply started over again in with Derrick White. Through three games, Derrick White has been the best player in the series and maybe the best two-way player in the 2019 NBA Playoffs thus far. He plays with a poise beyond his years and is doing things Leonard could have only dreamed about during his second season with the Spurs. Derrick White is becoming an NBA superstar before our very eyes and it only took Coach Pop six months to orchestrate a solution for the giant two-way hole in our lineup that was created when he was forced to ship a disgruntled superstar (one who would likely not be an NBA superstar at all but rather playing in China right now had the Spurs not decided to give him the golden ticket of seven years of Pop's coaching when we traded beloved Spur George Hill for his draft rights). And guess what Spurs fans? The silver lining in Dejounte's injury is that with Derrick's development, next season we will have two budding two-way superstars in our backcourt in Murray and White. The silver lining in Leonard's trade is DeMar DeRozan will be lining up alongside them. The future is bright and as long as Coach Pop is roaming the sidelines, a bright future is eternal.
For now, however, we can't look ahead. The Denver Nuggets are coming back tomorrow afternoon for another crack at pooping the Fiesta-Coming-Out party Derrick White started yesterday at the AT&T Center. The Nuggets will be angry and desperate tomorrow. If we let up, even a smidge, they are going to be ready to capitalize on the opportunity to even this series up before returning home to Denver. Jamal Murray in particular has accepted the challenge to answer Derrick's answer to his Game 2 fourth quarter heroics and will be poised to repeat them in our building if given the opportunity. Something tells me Derrick is going to be ready for Murray's answer to his answer. If the #BlackAndSilver come out prepared to protect the home court advantage we worked so hard to secure in Game 1 and follow the lead of our starting point guard and our newest budding NBA superstar, we will make tomorrow Derrick White's curtain call for the Fiesta-Coming-Out party he threw yesterday. Derrick said in his first-ever trip to the postgame press conference last night, "I'm just trying to stay in the moment." I have full confidence he can and if he does, I like our chances to continue the job of defending our home court as if it were the Alamo. After all, the moment Derrick is trying to stay in is ascending to NBA superstardom and the best way to stay in it is for him to take the court tomorrow night and ask himself one simple question: "Who Gon Stop Me?"
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Three Left
2014 NBA Finals, Game 1
Revolution 1 - "You say you got a real solution, well you know, we'd all love to see..." the fan. "You ask me for a contribution, well you know, we're all doing what we can." It is true. The San Antonio Spurs had not paid the electric bill for the power used at the AT&T Center in almost a year. However, this is not a story about a sports franchise that is too broke to pay its bills. This is a story that is much more inspiring than that. This is a story about an NBA owner standing up on principle against one of the most sinister types of people that exists in our American democracy: the braggadocious, crass, smack talking Miami Heat fan. Let me explain. To put everything in context, I'll need to start with the NBA Finals Game 1 post game press conference; near the end of the story when San Antonio Spurs head coach and world renowned no-nonsense badass Gregg Popovich got involved by attempting to play peace-maker in a long running feud. Determined to help mediate a solution between Spurs Sports & Entertainment Chairman Peter Holt and CPS Energy President Doyle Beneby, late on Thursday night Coach Pop surmised, "Hopefully we can pay our bills." Rewind to the beginning and we discover that Holt has been suspicious of Beneby ever since the latter's arrival in San Antonio at CPS Energy in 2010. The reason for Holt's suspicion is that Beneby, who earned a masters degree at the University of Miami - School of Business in 1996, just so happens to be an unapologetic Miami Heat fan. Ever since The Decision, Beneby had been flaunting his love of LeBron James and the Heat to Holt every time that these two titans of industry crossed paths. To make matters worse, when Holt invited Beneby to a meeting to discuss San Antonio's energy future last summer (a few weeks after the 2013 NBA Finals), Beneby showed up for the meeting looking like this. When, during the meeting, Beneby made repeated references to the miracle working grace of Jesus Shuttlesworth's corner three point jumper, it was the final straw for Peter Holt. Since that day, he had vowed to never pay another dime to CPS Energy (regardless of how many bills he received for the power supplying the AT&T Center) until Beneby apologized.
Beneby never offered the desired apology so Holt began to rack up past due notices on his CPS Energy bill month after month. Even though CPS Energy has an outstanding reputation for giving its customers ample time to catch up on payments before cutting their power, Beneby had grown increasing leery of Holt's astronomical past due balance (which as of his June statement) had reached $3,274,895.65. The AT&T Center is a large building to power and Holt had not paid a bill since last July. Although Beneby would have been within his right to pull the plug on the AT&T Center power months ago, he decided to bide his time and wait for a great opportunity to do it when he could really embarrass Holt. On Thursday afternoon, Beneby knew he had just that type of opportunity and took action against Holt by cutting off the power supply for the AT&T Center's cooling system. Rather than cutting power to the entire building, Beneby thought he could stick it to Holt even more by just cutting the power supply to the air conditioning system so as to embarrass him on the biggest possible stage, the NBA Finals. By just cutting power to the AC supply, Beneby cunningly predicted that the NBA would not cancel the event (which they would obviously be forced to do if the entire building was without power). Cutting only the AC supply, therefore, allowed Beneby to pursue the objective of embarrassing Holt in front of a global audience. Ironically for the CPS Energy President, as it turns out, he did not think his sinister plan all the way through because the person most affected by the lack of air conditioning in the building on Thursday night was Beneby's beloved LeBron James. With James sidelined for the final four minutes due to heat exhaustion and muscle cramping, the San Antonio Spurs pulled away from the Miami Heat to take Game 1 of the NBA Finals 110-95. Having gotten the last laugh in the feud with Beneby (for now) and because he always makes it a point to heed the advice of Gregg Popovich (his most valued confidant), after the game Peter Holt found some spare change in his sofa cushions and paid his three and a quarter million dollar past due balance with CPS Energy. He also made a sizable donation to REAP. Now that his bill is current; CPS Energy has restored the electricity powering the air conditioning unit at the AT&T Center. theLeftAhead has reached out to Doyle Beneby for comment on his decision to cut AC power at the AT&T Center, but like any typical braggadocious, crass, smack talking Miami Heat fan, he was no where to be found and was not heard from after the loss. TMZ is reporting, however, that he has been spotted outside of LeBron James' hotel room apologizing profusely and offering James a CPS Energy tote bag along with flowers and candy as an apology for his blunder.
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All kidding aside, Game 1 of the 2014 NBA Finals produced an amazing story about heat for the basketball public to digest. Unfortunately, it is not the story about heat that is currently dominating the news. If you love basketball and haven't been living under a rock these past couple of days, you are already well aware that Game 1 is being dubbed The Cramp Game and most of the analyses in its aftermath is being focused on LeBron James. Is it unfortunate that the air conditioning was broken and that the temperature in the building reached 90 degrees during the game? Yes, it is unfortunate. But what is getting lost in all of the hysteria surrounding the incident that made #LeBronning go viral Thursday night is who the real victims were of the unfortunate conditions. The players surely weren't the real victims. They all played in the same conditions therefore the heat was not unfortunate for either team. The lack of air conditioning did not give one team an advantage over the other. As many of the players noted during postgame interviews, if you want to make it all the way to the NBA then at some point during your basketball development you are probably going to have to learn to play the game in heat. The lack of AC in the building did not cause LeBron's body to shut down. It is something in his genetic makeup that predisposes him to this recurring problem that is to blame for him being the only player in the game that was not able to finish. Sure, you could argue that San Antonio benefited indirectly from the heat in the building because we are a deeper team than Miami. But our depth in the series is an advantage that we have regardless of the playing conditions. Also, winning an NBA Championship is supposed to be hard and requires having the ability to overcome adversity in the NBA Finals (however it presents itself). Miami has proven to have that ability for the past two seasons in a row (they lost Game 1 of the Finals both times and came back to win the series). Game 1 is just one game. They are more than capable of overcoming adversity and a 0-1 series deficit again. No one should be feeling sorry for LeBron James and the Miami Heat. Having key players affected by injuries and ailments is part of basketball. The lack of air conditioning in the building was not unfortunate for the Miami Heat. On this particular night, they just got beat.
The people that the lack of AC was actually unfortunate for were the Spurs fans attending the game at the AT&T Center. NBA Finals tickets are obnoxiously expensive and many basketball fans dream of the opportunity to attend an NBA Finals game. For some die-hard fans of modest means this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I know that I enjoyed every second of the NBA Finals game that I attended (Game 1 of the 2003 NBA Finals) because I knew that I might never get a chance to have that experience again. The uncomfortable temperature in the building was unfortunate for Spurs fans, especially the ones who were fulfilling a dream to attend their first and possibly only NBA Finals game, because they had to spend what should have been a magical evening in prolonged discomfort. These fans in particular, who had been waiting a lifetime for this opportunity, are the unfortunate victims of the malfunctioning AT&T Center air conditioning system. I contemplated purchasing tickets for Game 1 when they went on sale on Tuesday, but decided against spending the money. In retrospect, I'm glad that I watched the happenings at the AT&T Center from the comfort of my temperature controlled living room.
But, of course, the media has spent the past couple of days fixated on how the heat affected the Heat. This is disappointing because they are depriving themselves and their audience of an opportunity to celebrate an actual amazing story about heat in Game 1 of the 2014 NBA Finals. What the media should be covering is he hottest thing that was in the building on Thursday night: the fourth quarter offensive attack of the San Antonio Spurs. Over the course of the final quarter of play in Game 1, the San Antonio Spurs took a positive step towards Revolution 1: the art of teamwork perfected. The Spurs put on a masterful performance in the fourth, outscoring the Heat 37-16 in the period while overcoming a four point deficit entering the final frame. San Antonio overpowered Miami with our ball movement and precision shooting to blitz the Heat with 14-16 from the field in the period and an astounding 12 of the made baskets coming off of an assist. When it was all said and done, we had blown open the four point deficit that we were facing with six minutes left in the game into another comfortable 15 point home victory. How did this happen? It seems that Miami has a short memory because for some reason they forgot that Danny Green loves animals and Danny Green gets buckets. In the course of three minutes of play, Danny turned a terrible performance through the first three quarters and a half quarter around by erupting for 11 points off of three triples and one vicious dunk. As spectacular as Danny's performance was in the final six minutes, it was not enough to put him into the running for player of the game honors. Here are some other Spurs players lines from Game 1 of the 2014 NBA Finals: Boris Diaw (2 points, 10 rebounds, 6 assists), Tiago Splitter (14 points, 4 rebounds), Tony Parker (19 points, 8 assists), and Manu Ginobili (16 points, 11 assists, 5 rebounds, 3 steals, and 1 block). This was a complete team effort with each of these players worthy of player of the game honors but none of them were able to quite outshine the indelible Tim Duncan, aka Time's Father. Timmy led the Spurs with 21 points, 10 rebounds, and 3 assists and he is now just one double double away from tying Magic Johnson for the most in NBA playoff history. At age 38, his performance the other night was simply stated: spectacular.
While San Antonio had a vintage performance in Game 1 that seemed reminiscent of the old Boston Celtics teams, in both the way we shared the basketball and also in that playing a game without the air conditioning was a notorious Red Auerbach trick (enter conspiracy theorists stage left), we cannot let our guard down for even a split second. Miami is the two-time defending World Champions and, as stated earlier, they have lost Game 1 of the NBA Finals two years in a row and stormed back to win the series. Last year, we were in an even greater position than we are now after the first game considering that we stole that one on the road. We all know how that series turned out for us. The good news is that there is plenty for us to concentrate on in order to keep our focus. In fact, there is one blatant aspect of our Game 1 performance that we must improve upon drastically in order for us to have any hope of winning Game 2. We committed 22 turnovers in Game 1 which is like playing with a hornets nest against the Miami Heat; we were just asking to be stung. San Antonio is extremely fortunate that Miami was unable to capitalize on our turnovers (most of which occurred in the first three quarters) to blow us out of our own gym before our fourth quarter blitz was even able to develop. If we give LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, and company another crack at that many turnovers, they will certainly make us pay. On each and every possession of the game tomorrow night, if I were a Spurs player, I would be looking left, looking right, and starin' through my rear view before attempting each and every pass. I know that the ball has got to zip around the perimeter in order to capitalize on our precision offensive attack, but protecting the basketball against the Miami Heat is just as important. Their defense is built upon creating turnovers. If we do not turn the ball over, it will be extremely difficult for them to beat us, especially at home. We are the superior half court defensive team, we are the superior offensive team, and we are the deeper team. If the #BlackAndSilver protect the basketball tomorrow night like it is our essence then we can take another step towards Revolution 1: the art of teamwork perfected and our offense will remain the hottest thing in the AT&T Center.
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Fourteen Left
2014 NBA Western Conference First Round, Game 4
With a Little Help From My Friends - "What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me?" Last night, the San Antonio Spurs endured another big stretch in the second half where we couldn't find the right pitch on offense and, as a result, we came dangerously close to having every fair weather fan in South Texas jump off of the team's bandwagon as we narrowly avoided going in the hole, 3-1 against the Dallas Mavericks. Instead, we displayed a tremendous amount of mental toughness and grit to get our first road victory of the 2014 playoffs and even the first round series at two games each by defeating the Mavericks 93-89 at American Airlines Center in Dallas. The Spurs are returning to the Alamo city having regained home-court advantage and it is now Dallas who might want to consider counting their own fortunes that Vince Carter's prayer was answered on Saturday afternoon because, without that amazing shot, the Mavs could easily be a team facing elimination on the road tomorrow evening. San Antonio, who has still yet to put together a complete Spurs-like performance for 48 minutes in this series, took another positive step forward towards establishing a playoff mindset in this series and getting accustomed to the intensity of postseason basketball. By contrast, it was pointed out on the TNT broadcast, Dallas has been in a playoff mindset and dealing with postseason intensity for weeks having had to battle with Memphis and fight off Phoenix in order just to qualify to be here. That is always one of the dangers of clinching the best record in the league by a comfortable margin; we perhaps took our collective foot off of the gas at the end of the regular season and have had a hard time getting this behemoth of an 18-wheeler back to moving at full speed again. Through four games, the Spurs are fortunately back on track with two of the possible three remaining games at home and hopefully gaining momentum towards full playoff speed, which is a velocity that would allow us to finish this series off properly.
One of the stranger happenings from last evening's dramatic game occurred late in the fourth quarter. It is becoming clear that something weird happens when a Spurs player gets tangled up on the ground during the NBA playoffs with a Mavs player who is a former teammate. Seemingly every time it happens, the Mavericks player involved is overcome with a sense of desire to channel his inner-Three Stooges. Remember when Jason Terry perpetrated one of the most infamous cheap shots of all-time when he couldn't pass up the opportunity to fist bump former teammate Michael Finley in the groin during Game 5 of the 2006 Western Conference semi-finals? Well, history repeated itself last night when former-Spur DeJuan Blair decided to show off his soccer skills with Tiago Splitter's head. After the game, Blair claimed that he was kicking his legs out in protest to a foul call and made contact with Tiago inadvertently. I'm not sure that Tiago buys that explanation, but either way, DeJuan's outburst proved costly for the Mavericks. Not only did the catalyst of the Mav's second half comeback from 20 down to take the lead (DeJuan had 12 points and 11 rebounds in the game) get himself ejected, but the #BlackAndSilver were awarded two free throws on the foul and one on the technical (and ejection of Blair) which allowed us to turn a one point deficit into a two point lead with 3:08 left in the game. Even still, the Mavs kept fighting until the bitter end and it took the biggest shot of the season (to-date) for the Spurs, a clutch three by player of the game Boris Diaw with 32 seconds left, to go ahead for good. Boris was able to provide much needed production off of the bench, which was mostly absent in the first three games if you take Manu Ginobili out of the equation, with his 17 points, 4 rebounds, and 4 assists. If Boris can play like that in Game 5 at home, and bring some of his fellow 'Foreign Legion' bench compadres along for the ride, the Spurs will put themselves in a better position to build and maintain a lead tomorrow evening. Should that happen, San Antonio will put ourselves in a position to have an opportunity to closeout on Friday when we return to The Otherside.
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Fifteen Down
2013 NBA Finals, Game 5
Come Together - Sometimes, when a photogenically challenged former Weight Watchers spokes model whispers softly into the vast open spaces of an empty arena, the fleeting sounds still travel far enough to awaken a sleeping giant. Manu Ginobili erupted out of hibernation last night to add another chapter to one of the most Paul Bunyanesque folklore inspiring legends of a sports career that our generation has ever seen, earning player of the game honors to boot. In a surprise start, Manu went wire to wire in Game 5 pouring in 24 points while dishing out 10 assists in a performance that I will certainly add to the bedtime stories that I will one day tell to my children about Number 20 (the same way my dad used to tell me bedtime stories about all the breathtaking feats he witnessed watching Ted Williams hit a baseball). On a side note, topping the list of legendary Manu stories to tell my children...the Halloween Bat story, a tall tale so incredible that you wouldn't believe it had we not been blessed to live in an age of video documentation (note to self: remember to tell that story every October 31st from the time your first child is age five until the time your grandchildren come to visit and find you mumbling incoherently in a rocking chair). Manu's resounding statement of defiance last night came upon the heals of a media onslaught of negative press and speculation that his retirement from the game of basketball might be imminent. In the post-game press conference, Ginobili carefully reminded the gathered masses that overall he hasn't played a bad series but has just been taking what the defense is giving him which has made his role more of a distributor than a scorer. He did admit, however, that he was disappointed in his Game 4 performance saying, "Game 4 was a different situation, and I was a little upset." Thanks to the heroics of a particularly feisty Ginobili (everybody loves when Manu gets that look in his eye) as well the remarkable hot streak of Danny Green (24 points and 6-10 from the arc to set a new NBA Finals record for threes in a series with 25), a player that is so locked in that he's draining wadded up napkins in random strangers cups from across the restaurant during his lunch break, the San Antonio Spurs defeated the Miami Heat 114-104 last night in Game 5 of the 2013 NBA Finals in front of 18,581 appreciative fans who were treated to a marvelous mix of nostalgic delirium and clairvoyant exuberance. For one last time on our home floor this season, Spurs fans were able to bask in the enjoyment of taking in a perfectly blended mixture of our dynastic past, Manu Ginobili and Tim Duncan (17 points, 12 rebounds, 3 blocks), and our surprisingly bright future, Danny Green and Kwahi Leonard (16 points, 8 rebounds, 3 steals). Oh, by the way (I almost forgot), our present got into the mix last night too. Tony Parker had 26 points on 10-14 shooting and threw in 5 dimes to boot. All told, the San Antonio's starters combined for 107 out of our 114 points besting with 5 players the firepower that the Heat have only been able to generate from their top four players over the past couple of ballgames. If you take Kawhi's 16 points out of the equation, Tony, Manu, Danny, and Timmy outscored James, Wade, Bosh, and Allen 91-87 in Game 5. Had the teams been playing four on four, this would have been the gut-wrenching nail biter I had expected it to be. But because the #BlackAndSilver are making a strong case that they are a deeper, more well rounded basketball team, San Antonio was able to win the pivotal game of the series relatively comfortably and will be returning to Miami needing to only win one more game to put an exclamation point on a truly remarkable 2012-13 campaign.
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me. Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
With so much riding on the outcome of Game 5, I knew I needed an enduring theme for last night to put myself in the right mental frame of mind to stay locked in for the entire evening. I was admittedly a little nervous all weekend but I was able to remain, all things considered, extremely optimistic and calm. I knew that if there was any group of players, any franchise, any city that was up for the challenge of seizing the upper-hand in the NBA Finals back from the defending champs and putting their backs against the wall, it was these players, this franchise, this city. I was comforted all weekend by the tranquility of a singular thought. The entire San Antonio community just needs to come together and we are going to be just fine in Game 5. When you are attempting to be the best it is befitting to draw inspiration from the best, so "Come Together" by The Beatles made a ton of sense for my Game 5 theme. Until I started writing this post this evening, the irony that The Heatles is one of the premature nicknames that was manufactured for the James-Wade-Bosh incarnation of Miami, honestly, hadn't even dawned on me. Interestingly, another thought had been percolating in my mind this morning which was to come home from work tonight and recompose the iconic Abbey Road photo of The Beatles with the faces of Manu Ginobili, Tim Duncan, Tony Parker, and Greg Popovich. Funnily, after a five second internet search this evening, I quickly came to realize that it has already been done. Well played, Pounding the Rock, well played. I guess the ability to do this Spurs bloggy thing full time has its advantages, after all. You get the first crack at snatching tremendous ideas out of the creative stratosphere. But like the San Antonio Spurs themselves, I could care less who gets the credit, I'm just glad that that steaming bowl of awesome is just one click away for all to enjoy. For now, I'm content to keep living on the same plane of existence in this vast unexplainable universe as the one currently inhabited by Danny Green; one that keeps him trapped in a Waking Life dream state (spoiler alert) where all he does is knock down three pointers in the NBA Finals and every time he thinks he is waking up back into reality, instead he wakes up into another dream where all he does is knock down three pointers in the NBA Finals. Don't wake up, Danny, at least not for 72 more hours. Dreams are powerful appendages of the human condition and every San Antonio Spurs fan is on verge of living one, but every dream comes at the risk of falling victim to the nightmares that are lurking out there just beyond the horizon. Game 5 was pivotal, but we have not accomplished our goal yet. The defending champions are more than capable of terrorizing all of the plans that we've already made to dance around in our dreams with the haunting eternity of instead making us live with the nightmare of perpetually pondering what could have been. If the San Antonio Spurs play our best basketball game of the season tomorrow night, that will not happen. This journey has been long, this journey had been weary, this journey must be seen through to its completion. This is not the time to ease up, not one millimeter. This is not the time to relax, not for one second. This is not the time to celebrate, not one bit. This is the time to get physically, emotionally, and spiritually prepared to bring everything we've got, one more time.
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