GrandeDavid
05-01-2006, 10:09 AM
This is not your typical rally thread. I speak the truth and it is ON.
Now I haven’t seen one damn game in this opening series against Sacramento thus far, and not just because I’ve been working my ass off and, when not working, training like Lance for the upcoming Sao Paulo International Marathon on June 4th. No, for some cute reason ESPN Latin America has been intent on over-showing Lebron and flabby, slow-footed Shaq versus the defending champs.
But I’m coming home today. Did you feel that? I said I’M COMING HOME, and that means Manu and Co. will finally be able to get back down to business. After touching down at San Antonio International Airport around 10:30 AM (no rally necessary, guys, but thanks!), at around 11:00 AM Tuesday morning after rolling through the main entrance to my hood, after dropping off some Brazilian goodies for Capt. Hernandez of the local neighborhood patrol, I’m gonna roll by Manu’s crib, honk the horn of my long, phat Lincoln Town Car, hence signaling to the Argentine Sensation that Grande David is back in pocket. When Manu sees me smirking with my hair slicked back, chilling immensely in my blue leather interior, he’ll know that its time to get his game on.
Then after turning around in his driveway, I’m gonna flash my brights at Robert Horry’s house, and when he opens the shades to his living room and throws me the peace sign, I’m gonna hang out my car window, flash him an angry look and pump my fist in the air. Horry and Manu will know ITS ON…
I may roll by Van Exel and Oberto’s, and later when I go for a hard 15K training run and run up the hill by Fin’s crib, Mike will see me huffin it and know what guts is about….I'll definitely honk at Pop's new crib, two houses down from my folks, and let him know its okay to sanction some hard fouls on Artest and Wells.
But as I’ve already said, the good news is that I will park my ass in the AT&T Center for Game5, will hoot and holler and make my presence felt as I did recently for South American club champion Uberlandia, Brazil recently. Those are my guys. After a recent game against Ben Hur of Argentina, I received props from several Uberlandia players for keeping them pumped throughout the game. So, returning to San Antonio, when I down my first Shiner draft as a reward for my previously busted 1:04 15K run, I will be pondering where to watch Game6 and start looking ahead to Dallas. Hopefully Kori and LJ will have some sort of GTG as I’d love to befriend more Spurstalking heads other than The Mouse (my guy).
No, this series is technically far from over. But, really, it is. Trust me. I am not rolling up to the Alamo City from well below the Equator, getting my drink on in the plane and talking to some Brazilian shorties, to witness yet another home loss and laughingstock 8 seed ouster. And I’ll make it known that I don’t care how hot Sacramento has been since Artest has been in the purple shirt. The Spurs were here against Seattle in last year’s conference semifinals. They were there in the 2003 opening series against Phoenix. They were there in last year’s Finals against. Detroit. 2-2 is a tough line to toe. On the one hand, history favors you if you have home court advantage, on the other hand, a best 2 out of 3 is frighteningly close to an NCAA type “anything can happen” tournament.
But fear and loathe no longer, Spurs fans, I’m coming to town and I’m coming to watch Bowen find his defensive intensity. I’m coming to watch Manu and Tony floss and fly through that stacked Kings interior defense (or at least shoot over it and tickle the twine for once). I’m coming to watch Tim Duncan utterly carry this franchise in Game5 while Nazr and, to a lesser degree, Rasho, hoot and holler alternately on the bench. I’m coming to watch Hail Barry and Finley stick threes and swanky passes. I’m coming to watch a timely full court press, some running and gunning and another 30+ point victory margin.
Did I mention that the Spurs are gonna win on Tuesday?
Now I haven’t seen one damn game in this opening series against Sacramento thus far, and not just because I’ve been working my ass off and, when not working, training like Lance for the upcoming Sao Paulo International Marathon on June 4th. No, for some cute reason ESPN Latin America has been intent on over-showing Lebron and flabby, slow-footed Shaq versus the defending champs.
But I’m coming home today. Did you feel that? I said I’M COMING HOME, and that means Manu and Co. will finally be able to get back down to business. After touching down at San Antonio International Airport around 10:30 AM (no rally necessary, guys, but thanks!), at around 11:00 AM Tuesday morning after rolling through the main entrance to my hood, after dropping off some Brazilian goodies for Capt. Hernandez of the local neighborhood patrol, I’m gonna roll by Manu’s crib, honk the horn of my long, phat Lincoln Town Car, hence signaling to the Argentine Sensation that Grande David is back in pocket. When Manu sees me smirking with my hair slicked back, chilling immensely in my blue leather interior, he’ll know that its time to get his game on.
Then after turning around in his driveway, I’m gonna flash my brights at Robert Horry’s house, and when he opens the shades to his living room and throws me the peace sign, I’m gonna hang out my car window, flash him an angry look and pump my fist in the air. Horry and Manu will know ITS ON…
I may roll by Van Exel and Oberto’s, and later when I go for a hard 15K training run and run up the hill by Fin’s crib, Mike will see me huffin it and know what guts is about….I'll definitely honk at Pop's new crib, two houses down from my folks, and let him know its okay to sanction some hard fouls on Artest and Wells.
But as I’ve already said, the good news is that I will park my ass in the AT&T Center for Game5, will hoot and holler and make my presence felt as I did recently for South American club champion Uberlandia, Brazil recently. Those are my guys. After a recent game against Ben Hur of Argentina, I received props from several Uberlandia players for keeping them pumped throughout the game. So, returning to San Antonio, when I down my first Shiner draft as a reward for my previously busted 1:04 15K run, I will be pondering where to watch Game6 and start looking ahead to Dallas. Hopefully Kori and LJ will have some sort of GTG as I’d love to befriend more Spurstalking heads other than The Mouse (my guy).
No, this series is technically far from over. But, really, it is. Trust me. I am not rolling up to the Alamo City from well below the Equator, getting my drink on in the plane and talking to some Brazilian shorties, to witness yet another home loss and laughingstock 8 seed ouster. And I’ll make it known that I don’t care how hot Sacramento has been since Artest has been in the purple shirt. The Spurs were here against Seattle in last year’s conference semifinals. They were there in the 2003 opening series against Phoenix. They were there in last year’s Finals against. Detroit. 2-2 is a tough line to toe. On the one hand, history favors you if you have home court advantage, on the other hand, a best 2 out of 3 is frighteningly close to an NCAA type “anything can happen” tournament.
But fear and loathe no longer, Spurs fans, I’m coming to town and I’m coming to watch Bowen find his defensive intensity. I’m coming to watch Manu and Tony floss and fly through that stacked Kings interior defense (or at least shoot over it and tickle the twine for once). I’m coming to watch Tim Duncan utterly carry this franchise in Game5 while Nazr and, to a lesser degree, Rasho, hoot and holler alternately on the bench. I’m coming to watch Hail Barry and Finley stick threes and swanky passes. I’m coming to watch a timely full court press, some running and gunning and another 30+ point victory margin.
Did I mention that the Spurs are gonna win on Tuesday?