Contest: Win Two Tickets To Spurs vs. Heat

Do you want to watch the Spurs take on the Heat Friday night at the SBC Center? Now is your chance to win two tickets from SpursTalk.com!

All you have to do to enter is tell us why (in 150 words or less) YOU should be chosen to win the tickets. Our panel of judges will pick the best entry and we’ll then send the winner their pair of tickets.

To enter, you’ll have to first register with the SpursTalk.com forums and then all you have to do is reply to this thread with your submission.

Thank you for your participation.

Thanks to SpursWoman for donating the tickets.

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Originally Posted by timvp

Do you want to watch the Spurs take on the Heat Friday night at the SBC Center? Now is your chance to win two tickets from SpursTalk.com!

All you have to do to enter is tell us why (in 150 words or less) YOU should be chosen to win the tickets. Our panel of judges will pick the best entry and we’ll then send the winner their pair of tickets.

To enter, you’ll have to first register with the SpursTalk.com forums and then all you have to do is reply to this thread with your submission.

Thank you for your participation.

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My girlfriend has the most impressive knowledge of the NBA and ,of course, adores the Spurs.She is driving in town from Houston,and despite the big acquisition there,still is loyal to our Spurs.Smart woman!
She has never seen them live.This would fulfill a dream.

We have had an extremely rough go of it since the November elections.She and I are polar opposites and our strong love was tested severely as we cancelled each others votes and debated endlessly.This weekend she will be surprised by a stay at a river walk B & B with roses on the bed,chocolates under her pillow and I hope, a pair of seats for the Heat!This is our time for healing and renewing.This is the way.

Thank you and God Bless.
Ron in Love

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Originally Posted by ronruns

My girlfriend has the most impressive knowledge of the NBA and ,of course, adores the Spurs.She is driving in town from Houston,and despite the big acquisition there,still is loyal to our Spurs.Smart woman!
She has never seen them live.This would fulfill a dream.

We have had an extremely rough go of it since the November elections.She and I are polar opposites and our strong love was tested severely as we cancelled each others votes and debated endlessly.This weekend she will be surprised by a stay at a river walk B & B with roses on the bed,chocolates under her pillow and I hope, a pair of seats for the Heat!This is our time for healing and renewing.This is the way.

Thank you and God Bless.
Ron in Love

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150 words or less.
Hmmm... I will choose less.
Because it's my dream since ever to see NBA live in Arena. You know it is impossibilty in here.

:)

I have been a long time fan of the San Antonio Spurs. Ever since Sean Elliot joined the team, I have been a strong supporter of the team. The team's great character and success have prompted me to like them for many years. My love for the team have made me a fanatic. I try to watch every game the Spurs play. The time they play are the highlights of my day. Further, I try to learn everythink about the Spurs, from their management to their players. Some people think i'm a little too crazy about the Spurs, but they are truely my favorite team of all sports. However, I haven't been able to go to a Spurs game. I live in northeast Tennessee so getting tickets is quite difficult. It just happens that there is no school on Friday, the day of the game. Thus, I would be able to go catch a plane to San Antonio. I would be extremely pleased and grateful if i'm selected to go see the game. If not, that is okay. It is very nice of SpursWomen to donate those tickets. Thank You.

Is SW the judge?

I live in Dallas, so it's rare that I can make it down to San Antonio for a game. Free tickets would be just the thing I need to convince my wife it's worth the trip.

Which brings me to Reason #2: My wife. I have not had the success I had hoped to have in converting her to SpurFandom since our marriage 20 months ago. I would love to be able to sit down and watch a game with her without her rolling her eyes or whining that basketball is "boring." I think it would do wonders for our marriage. There is definitely potential in her... she thinks Tony Parker is really cute... and I think a trip to a live game would be just the... um... "ticket."

Finally, I bought a Spurs jersey last year that I received in the mail the day after Game 6 of the WCSF... and I haven't had a chance to wear it. I'd hate for it to collect moths.

Because if you don't give me the tickets I will kick your ass.

Sorry Ronrun, nobody buys the cheese around here, we stand in line for it.

I hereby do promise to faithfully execute the duties and responsibilities of my position as a SpursTalk.com poster and representative. I promise to engage in intelligent game debate, usually directed at the referees and opposing players at an excessively loud volume and laced with occasional profanities while still upholding the higher than low standards set by the SpursTalk community. I promise to do my part to enhance the ability of the Spurs organization to sign quality free agents by consuming an excessive amount of overpriced fermented beverages in support of their future financial success. Finally, I offer the opportunity for a unique VBookie event as the posters of SpurtTalk.com are asked to guess the amount my bail is set at after I'm arrested for mercilessly heckling Shaq. Thank you.

If you give me the tickets I will sell them on eBay and split the proceeds with you.

I'm an avid SPURS fan and can't stand it when the season is over. I'm from Austin and drive down any opportunity I get. My boyfriend is a huge Houston fan so there's always conflict in our house. I've been going to games since I was a little girl, my dad use to take us to games to see James Silas and even George Gervin. I have no problem driving from Austin just to see Americas Team and that's what I consider them to be!!! There what every athelete should model them selves by. I have nothing but respect for those guys. Even if I don't when I can promise I'll be there to cheer on my team!

Jill :spin :elephant

Free tickets? Puulleeeze.

I'll earn them. SW gets free back massages for year. Just don't tell.

I plan to lose my voice at the game, and will cheer even if we're up by double digits in the 4th. I'll cheer the janitors, I'll cheer the coyote. I'll cheer the fat guy in front of me with the low rise jeans. I won't leave early. I'll even help clean up the place. I even promise to take a poor underpriveledged spursfan with me. You see, I have this little sister, and uhm, she's sick and stuff. Diehard Spursfan though. Funny thing, doctor said she's probobaly gonna check out on Sat. morning, so uh, this is great timing.

Yes, I’m kidding,


she might not even make it to the game, but she’ll have HOPE damn it! Go Spurs Go! and Godbless my fake lil sister!!! :angel

There is no bigger SPURS fan than me and my 1 year old boy. I have taught him that a great team is made up of great men and great players with morals and integrity. There are many great players in the league but few great men like David Robinson, Tim Duncan, etc. Me and my boy would truly love to see these Great Men beat the Heat.

hell...I just want to take my wife to her first Spurs game. Can't compete with Jill or Manuwannabe! :)

welcome to both of you! :)

It is recommended you take up a hobby when you retire. I retired from nursing about 21/2 years ago, got caught up in the playoffs and have thus made the Spurs/ basketball my hobby. My biggest regret is that I did not get to see David Robinson, The Iceman, Sean Elliot, Avery Johnson, and other great Spurs play. I bet they were awesome. Don't want to miss any more.Shaq/Wade against our "Team Dunkin"/Tony/Manu. Exciting game...

Ok here we go.......................
Being a long time Spurs fan, I try to attend as many Spurs home games that I can, although I must admit the wallet sometimes doesn't comply. Attending a Spurs game is great fun, but attending a game with family and friends make it all that more special. Am I a Spurs fanatic?? guility as charged.
But weather I'm there live or at home I will cheer our Boys on, so in closing
Go S P U R S Go

Great responses so far, it's going to be a difficult decision.

Deadline for entries is tomorrow (Wednesday) at 12:00 noon.

Wow! Look at all the people coming out of the woodwork!

I already have a hot date...:wink

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I already have a hot date...

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Oh? :eyebrows



I don't know....I'm glad I'm not judging. By the sound of some of these offers, I maybe tempted to give away my whole season's worth, not just the extra ones I have.... :wow :smokin

damm I wish I was going to be in sa for the weekend

I'll bet I'm in the lead so far.

I have bled silver and black since the age of 5; it's been 30 years. Due to my wife and myself working full time and then going home to work fulltime with our 2 kids we have not been able to see them in the last 2 years. We would be so greatful to be able to represent us as a forum fan at the game.

I would love to receive this great donation of SpursWoman. I have been a Spurs fan since 1985, but rarely get to go to the games due to that green stuff it requires. I could go off and tell you my sob story on how these tickets would be a big lift in my spirits, but most of it is too personal to go into. I know that my 11 year old son would love to see them or even my disabled mother-in-law if she could handle it with her bad back. Ultimately, I would like to take my wife with me though if she would be interested as we could use the night out to help mend some deep wounds we have suffered together in the last week.

I need to win these tickets for a variety of reasons. Among the most prevalent of these reasons is that I NEED to see Shaq get dominated on his new team in person, I NEED to buy a Parker jersey, and I NEED to get the hell out of Victoria. My only opportunities to see a Spurs game is when they are occasionally broadcast on ESPN or TNT and that simply will not do this season. I've put up with listening to games on my headset for far too long. As soon as I win the lottery I will purchase Season Tickets front row and center, that is my plan, but until then... I shall continue to grovel and plead for tickets.

Thank you for your time,
Pego

Because I voted for Spurswoman's Bush

By the way, I think thispego should win. He seems to be as dedicated as they come.

I have to pull myself out... I thought it was on Saturday. There's no way I can make it on Friday.

I Appreciate your support blackbucket :eyebrows

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Because I voted for Spurswoman's Bush

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Well!

Contest over!

:rollin

ROFLMMFAO! :lmao :lmao


You know...now that you're moving to SA (are you here already?) ... I may give you some I have to a different game just for that, blackbucket...


:lol :lol

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I may give you some I have to a different game

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Why do I have to be cursed by this damned dirty mind . . . . .

I can not make it to town so I will not enter. But if I did, I would win hands down. If anyone wants me to compose their entry for them, let me know.

Here we go again round three...
The spurs are looking awesome and you bet that my fiance and I will be there all the way. Did I mention that he looks like Parker?. Believe it or not he made Mr. Robinson do a double take not too long ago. Not only have we become true die hard fans we have turned my parents who never sat down to watch a game in their life to where they are calling us asking what time the game coming on. Please Please from a hard working san antonian.
Please pick me....

It's Game Time BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ROFLMMFAO! :lmao :lmao


You know...now that you're moving to SA (are you here already?) ... I may give you some I have to a different game just for that, blackbucket...


:lol :lol

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:king You are too kind SW. Actually, I am moving Dec. 2. I will be in town this Friday to wrap everything up. I bought tickets for the Miami game but any charity tickets you bestow upon me after Dec. 2 would be greatly appreciated! :fro

Let's not say you bought my vote though ;)

I have been an avid fan of the Spurs since "The Iceman" George Gervin was the Spurs Power Player. I try to go to every game in person but mostly watch them on TV since I can't afford to be a Season ticket holder YET...I have made it a goal of mine to go to every home game this year and would love the opportunity to win tickets! It would make my goal of going to EVERY HOME GAME A REALITY! Another reason is that I always listen to WOAI AM radio reviews and never miss their great commentaries...It makes me feel like the game is hardly over and the fun has just begun! SO PLEEEEEESSSEEEE help me attain my goal this year!

GO SPURS GO!!!!

Thank you!
BLC :spin

Don't need the tickets, but here's my entry....

http://www.wiscasset.k12.me.us/wms/G...01/begging.gif

As far back as I can remember, the Spurs have been a part of my family. YOu walk into my moms home and you see spurs memorabilia everywhere. My mom is in her 70's now and doesnt get a chance to see many of the games took awhile to get her another tv after hers went out and when the games are televised she is glued to the TV. She lives for the spurs. Even when she is keeping busy creating afgans and other crafts she is using the spurs colors. Last xmas she gave me a tissue box cover made of black and silver silk. When we, the spurs, won the championship first thing she did was call me to go pick her up, she wanted to be in the procession downtown showing her support and love for HER team and how proud she was. It was funny to see her yelling and waving her spurs flags out the window but it wasnt enough when traffic came to a halt she got out and climbed in the back of my pickup covered herself in her spurs blanket and continued waving her flag. She loves her spurs. Her birthday is coming up and it would be an awesome gift to give her. A chance to see a live game and one where the spurs go up against Shag and the heat no less. Money is tight for me, I wish I could afford to take her for a birthday present but unfortunately I cant. What a great gift for her... tickets so she can see HER spurs play.

I think you should give them to me because my username is the most creative here and always has been.

And.... because I am poor, my car is going to be pimped by MTV and my house is getting the ultimate makeover and my kids just got full rides to college because we are half breeds... We have qualified for grants for damn near everything and I am so happy because we get free shit all the time and since we have qualified for everything else, I think that spurstalk.com will bestow this grand prize on our family as well, why? because we are poor half breeds.

Thanks.

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I think you should give them to me because my username is the most creative here and always has been.

And.... because I am poor, my car is going to be pimped by MTV and my house is getting the ultimate makeover and my kids just got full rides to college because we are half breeds... We have qualified for grants for damn near everything and I am so happy because we get free shit all the time and since we have qualified for everything else, I think that spurstalk.com will bestow this grand prize on our family as well, why? because we are poor half breeds.

Thanks.

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Don't forget your charm quota :spin

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Originally Posted by SequSpur

I think you should give them to me because my username is the most creative here and always has been.

And.... because I am poor, my car is going to be pimped by MTV and my house is getting the ultimate makeover and my kids just got full rides to college because we are half breeds... We have qualified for grants for damn near everything and I am so happy because we get free shit all the time and since we have qualified for everything else, I think that spurstalk.com will bestow this grand prize on our family as well, why? because we are poor half breeds.

Thanks.

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This plead just doesn't measure up.

Hey TIMVP am I eligible? Oh wait I can't be...I'm affiliated with WOAI and FSP at times!! lol

Make sure the grammer checker is on folks...neatness probably counts to win those tix!

Greg

Looks like there are too many good entries. We may have to give away more than one pair of tickets.

:drunk

Or you could just have them pick a number between 1 and 10

I want one

Wow, there are alot of lurkers and first time posters coming out of the woodwork for the tickets.

Welcome to all of the new posters! :drunk

Some of the new posters might be lurkers, or they may be brand new as I posted the contest on WOAI as well.

Either way, Welcome Everyone! Stick around for more than the contest.

As I was saying, one of my daughters is darker than the other, so she kind of thinks she is more hispanic than white, and my other daughter is a little more on the whiteside, so you can see we have a predicament when it comes to filling out applications and questionnairres. Which box do they check? I say white, but they maybe should check hispanic.. how do you think we get free stuff? So, when the panel considers the winner, what race will they be? We need to know how to participate.

Thanks.

I am from Jupiter and have never seen Earth Basketball. Please fulfill my extraterrestrial dreams. :lmao

extra-terrestrial dreams, huh?

hmmm....maybe he should be your date?

Sounds extremely tempting...if anything but to find out WTF extra-terrestrials dream about. :wow


No way I could pass up the date I've got, though....even if the extra-terrestrials had mo.....n/m. :cooldevil

:lol :makeout

Everything's bigger on Jupiter. Respectively.

:hat

oh, damn........and many more moons, too. :eyebrows



Only I hear there's a lot of gas. :(

SPURS FREAKS
By mouse


(The following short story, Spurs by Mouse, is the work which Freaks is based upon. Mouse used another story of Pooh for the basis of The Unholy Three [1999], which also featured Sequ Spur the midget in Freaks, along with Joe Chalupa., JohnnyBlaze and BigZax25. See "SPUR FREAKS: Re-evaluating a Film Classic" for a synopsis of Spurs and comparison of the short story to Freaks.) All in the name of winning spurs tickets.



Sequ Spur was a romanticist. He measured only twenty-eight inches from the soles of his diminutive feet to the crown of his head; but there were times, as he rode into the arena on his gallant charger, SpursWoman when he felt himself a doughty knight of old about to do battle for his lady.

What matter that Pooh was not a gallant charger except in his master’s imagination—not even a pony, indeed, but a large dog of a nondescript breed, with the long snout and upstanding aura of a wolf? What matter that Sequ Spur entrance was invariably greeted with shouts of derisive laughter and bombardments of banana skins and orange peel? What matter that he had no lady, and that his daring deeds were severely curtailed to a mimicry of the bareback riders who preceded him? What mattered all these things to the tiny man who lived in dreams, and who resolutely closed his shoe-button eyes to the drab realities of life?

The dwarf had no friends among the other freaks in Copo’s Circus. They considered him ill-tempered and egotistical, and he loathed them for their acceptance of things as they were. Imagination was the armour that protected him from the curious glances of a cruel, gaping world, from the stinging lash of ridicule, from the bombardments of banana skins and orange peel. Without it, he must have shriveled up and died. But those others? Ah, they had no armour except their own thick hides! The door that opened on the kingdom of imagination was closed and locked to them; and although they did not wish to open this door, although they did not miss what lay beyond it, they resented and mistrusted any one who possessed the key.

Now it came about, after many humiliating performances in the arena, made palatable only by dreams, that love entered the circus tent and beckoned commandingly to Sequ Spur. In an instant the dwarf was engulfed in a sea of wild, tumultuous passion.

SpursWoamn was a daring bareback rider. It made Sequ Spur's tiny heart stand still to see her that first night of her appearance in the arena, performing brilliantly on the broad back of her aged mare, Sappho. A tall, blonde woman of the amazon type, she had round eyes of baby blue which held no spark of her avaricious peasant’s soul, carmine lips and cheeks, large white teeth which flashed continually in a smile, and hands which, when doubled up, were nearly the size of the dwarf’s head.

Her partner in the act was TimVp, the Romeo of the circus tent—a swarthy, hurculean young man with bold black eyes and hair that glistened with grease, like the back of Solon, the trained seal.

From the first performance, Sequ Spur loved SpursWoman All his tiny body was shaken with longing for her. Her buxom charms, so generously revealed in tights and spangles, made him flush and cast down his eyes. The familiarities allowed to Simon Lafleur, the bodily acrobatic contacts of the two performers, made the dwarf’s blood boil. Mounted on Johhny Blaze awaiting his turn at the entrance, he would grind his teeth in impotent rage to see Simon circling round and round the ring, standing proudly on the back of Sappho and holding Pooh in an ecstatic embrace, while she kicked one shapely, bespangled leg skyward.

“Ah, the dog!” Sequ Spur would mutter. “Some day I shall teach this hulking stable boy his place! Ma foi, I will clip his ears for him!”

Pooh did not share his master’s admiration for mouse From the first he evinced his hearty detestation of her by low growls and a ferocious display of long, sharp fangs. It was little consolation for the dwarf to know that SpursWoman showed still more marked signs of rage when Pooh approached him. It pined Sequ Spur to think that his gallant charger, his sole companion, his bedfellow, should not also love and admire the splendid giantess who each night risked life and limb before the awed populace. Often, when they were alone together, he would chide Sequ Spur on his churlishness.

“Ah, you devil of a dog!” the dwarf would cry. “Why must you always growl and show your ugly teeth when the lovely Stacie condescends to notice you? Have you no feelings under your tough hide? Cur, she is an angel, and you snarl at her! Do you not remember how I found you, starving puppy in a Paris gutter? And now you must threaten the hand of my princess! So this is you gratitude, great hairy pig!”

Sequ Spur had one living relative—not a dwarf, like himself, but a fine figure of a man, a prosperous farmer living just outside the town of Austin Tx. The elder Sequ had never married; and so one day, when he was found dead from heart failure, his tiny nephew—for whom, it must be conversion—fell heir to a comfortable property. When the tidings were brought to him, the dwarf threw both arms about the shaggy neck of mouse and cried out:

“Ah, now we can retire, marry and settle down, old friend! I am worth many times my weight in gold!”

That evening as Kori was changing her gaudy costume after the performance, a light tap sounded on the door.

“Enter!” she called, believing it to be Pooh, who had promised to take her that evening to the Sign of the Wild Boar for a glass of wine to wash the sawdust out of her throat. “Enter, mon Cheri!”

The door swung slowly open; and in stepped Sequ Spur very proud and upright, in the silks and laces of a courtier, with a tiny gold-hilted sword swinging at his hip. Up he came, his shoe-button eyes all a-glitter to see the more than partially revealed charms of his robust lady. Up he came to within a yard of where she sat; and down on one knee he went and pressed his lips to her red-slippered foot.

“Oh, most beautiful and daring lady,” he cried, in a voice as shrill as a pin scratching on a window pane, “will you not take mercy on the unfortunate SpursWoman He is hungry for your smiles, he is starving for you lips! All night long he tosses on his couch and dreams of Pooh”

“What play acting is this, my brave little fellow?” she asked, bending down with the smile of an ogress. “Has Dusty Garza sent you to tease me?”

“May the black plague have Simon!” the dwarf cried, his eyes seeming to flash blue sparks. “I am not play acting. It is only too true that I love you, mademoiselle; that I wish to make you my lady. And now that I have a fortune, not that—” He broke off suddenly, and his face resembled a withered apple, “What is this, mademoiselle?” he said, in the low, droning tone of a hornet about to sting. “Do you laugh at my love? I warn you, mademoiselle—do not laugh at DizzG
Sequ Spur large, florid face had turned purple from suppressed merriment. Her lips twitched at the corners. It was all she could do not to burst out into a roar of laughter.

Why, this ridiculous little manikin was serious in his love-making! This pocket-sized edition of a courtier was proposing marriage to her! He, this splinter of a fellow, wished to make her his wife! Why, she could carry him about on her shoulder like a trained marmoset!

What a joke this was—what a colossal, corset-creaking joke! Wait till she told Simon MannyIsGod She could fairly see him throw back his sleek head, open his mouth to its widest dimensions, and shake with silent laughter. But she must not laugh—not now. First she must listen to everything the dwarf had to say; draw all the sweetness of this bonbon of humour before she crushed it under the heel of ridicule.

“I am not laughing,” she managed to say. “You have taken me by surprise. I never thought, I never even guessed—”

“That is well, mademoiselle,” the dwarf broke in. “I do not tolerate laughter. In the arena I am paid to make laughter; but these others pay to laugh at me. I always make people pay to laugh at me!”

“But do I understand you aright, SpursWoman? Are you proposing an honourable marriage?”

The dwarf rested his hand on his heart and bowed. “Yes, mademoiselle, and honourable, and the wherewithal to keep the wolf from the door. A week ago my uncle died and left me a large estate. We shall have a servant to wait on our wants, a horse and carriage, food and wine of the best, and leisure to amuse ourselves. And you? Why, you will be a fine lady! I will clothe that beautiful big body of yours with silks and laces! You will be as happy, mademoiselle, as a cherry tree in June!”


Pooh accepts SequSpurs proposal. This concept from the story is reflected in this Freaks publicity still, although it was not used in the script or the film.

The dark blood slowly receded from ImInlakerland's full cheeks, her lips no longer twitched at the corners, her eyes had narrowed slightly. She had been a bareback rider for years, and she was weary of it. The life of the circus tent had lost its tinsel. She loved the dashing DizzG but she knew well enough that this Romeo in tights would never espouse a dowerless girl.

The dwarf’s words had woven themselves into a rich mental tapestry. She saw herself a proud lady, ruling over a country estate, and later welcoming BigZax25 with all the luxuries that were so near his heart. Pooh would be overjoyed to marry into a country estate. These pygmies were a puny lot. They died young! She would do nothing to hasten the end of mouse. No, she would be kindness itself to the poor little fellow; but, on the other hand, she would not lose her beauty mourning for him.

“Nothing that you wish shall be withheld from you as long as you love me, mademoiselle,” the dwarf continued. “Your answer?”

Kori bent forward, and with a single movement of her powerful arms, raised Sequ Spur and placed him on her knee. For an ecstatic instant she held him thus, as if he were a large French doll, with his tiny sword cocked coquettishly out behind. Then she planted on his cheek a huge kiss that covered his entire face from chin to brow.

“I am yours!” she murmured, pressing him to her ample bosom. “From the first I loved you, SpursWoman


The wedding of Pooh was celebrated in the town of Boys ville where Copo’s Circus had taken up its temporary quarters. Following the ceremony, a feast was served in one of the tents, which was attended by a whole galaxy of celebrities.

The bridegroom, his dark little face flushed with happiness and wine, sat at the head of the board. His chin was just above the tablecloth, so that his head looked like a large orange that had rolled off the fruit dish. Immediately beneath his dangling feet, pooh, who had more than once evinced by deep growls his disapproval of the proceedings, now worried a bone with quick, sly glances from time to time at the plump legs of his new mistress. NbaDan was on the dwarf’s right, his large round face as red and benevolent as a harvest moon. Next to his sat Griffo, the giraffe boy, who was covered with spots and whose neck was so long that he looked down on all the rest, including BigZax the giant. The rest of the company included mouse, who had sharp white teeth of a incredible length and who growled when she tried to talk; the tiresome spursWoman, who insisted on juggling fruit, plates and knives, although the whole company was heartily sick of his tricks; Ducks, with her trained boa constrictors coiled about her neck and peeping out timidly, one above each ear; TimVp and a score of others.

The bareback rider had laughed silently and almost continually ever since SpursWoman had told him of her engagenent. Now he sat next to her in his crimson tights. His black hair was brushed back from his forehead and so glistened with grease that it reflected the lights overhead, like a burnished helmet. From time to time, he tossed off a brimming goblet of burgundy, nudged the bride in the ribs with his elbow, and threw back his sleek head in another silent outburst of laughter.

“And you are sure you will not forget me, Sequ?” she whispered. “It may be some time before I can get the little ape’s money.”

”Forget you, Pooh?” he muttered. “By all the dancing devils in champagne, never! I will wait as patiently as Job till you have fed that mouse some poisoned cheese. But what will you do with him in the meantime, Kori? You must allow him some liberties. I grind my teeth to think of you in his arms!”

The bride smiled, and regarded her diminutive husband with an appraising glance. What an atom of a man! And yet life might linger in his bones for a long time to come. Cyber Bob had allowed himself only one glass of wine, and yet he was far gone in intoxication. His tiny face was suffused with blood, and he stared at Johnny Blaze belligerently. Did he suspect the truth?

“Your husband is flushed with wine!” the bareback rider whispered. “Ma foi, madame, later he may knock you about! Possibly he is a dangerous fellow in his cups. Should he maltreat you, Pooh, do no forget that you have a protector in mouse.”

“You clown!” SpursWoman rolled her large eyes roguishly, and laid her hand for an instant on the bareback rider’s knee. Zstomp, I could crack his skull between my finger and thumb, like a hickory nut!” She paused to illustrate her example, and then added reflectively: “And, perhaps, I shall do that very thing, if he attempts any familiarities. Ugh! The little ape turns my stomach!”

By now the wedding guests were beginning to show the effects of their potations. This was especially marked in the case of Dusty Garza's associates in the side-show.

Patrick Davis, the giraffe boy, had closed his large brown eyes, and was swaying his small head languidly above the assembly, while a slightly supercilious expression drew his lips down at the corners. Taco, swollen out by his libations to even more colossal proportions, was repeating over and over: “I tell you I am not like other men. When I walk, the earth trembles!” Kori, her hairy upper lip lifted above her long white teeth, was gnawing at a bone, growling unintelligible phrases to herself and shooting savage, suspicious glances at her companions. mouse's hands had grown unsteady, and as he insisted on juggling the knives and plates of each new course, broken bits of crockery littered the floor. TimVp, uncoiling her necklace of baby boa constrictors, was feeding them lumps of sugar soaked in rum. JohnnyBlaze had finished his second glass of wine, and was surveying the whispering Cyber Bob through narrowed eyes.

There can be no genial companionship among great egotists who have drunk too much. Each one of these human oddities thought that he or she was responsible for the crowds that daily gathered at Copo’s Circus; so now, heated with the good Burgundy, they were not slow in asserting themselves. Their separate egos rattled angrily together, like so many pebbles in a bag . Here was gunpowder which needed only a spark.

“I am a big—a very big man!” BigZax said sleepily. “Women love me. The pretty little creatures leave their pygmy husbands, so that they may come and stare at BigZax's of Copo’s Circus. Ha, and when they return home, they laugh at other men always! ‘You may kiss me again when you grow up,’ they tell their sweethearts.”

“Fat bullock, here is one woman who has no love for you!” cried Kori, glaring sidewise at the giant over her bone. “That great carcass of yours is only so much food gone to waste. You have cheated the butcher, my friend. Fool, women do not come to see you! As well might they stare at the cattle being let through the street. Ah, no, they come from far and near to see one of their own sex who is not a cat!”

“Quite right,” cried Pooh in a conciliatory tone, smiling and rubbing his hands together. “Not a cat, mademoiselle, but a wolf. Ah, you have a sense of humor! How droll!”

“I have a sense of humor,” Shelly agreed, returning to her bone, “and also sharp teeth. Let the erring hand not stray too near!”

“You, Mouse and pooh. are both wrong,” said a voice which seemed to come from the roof. “Surely it is none other than me whom the people come to stare at!”

All raised their eyes to the supercilious face of Patrick Davis, the giraffe boy, which swayed slowly from side to side on its long, pipe stem neck. It was he who had spoken, although his eyes were still closed.

“Of all the colossal impedance!” cried the matronly Mme. Samson. “As if my little dears had nothing to say on the subject!” She picked up the two baby boa constrictors, which lay in drunken slumber on her lap, and shook them like whips at the wedding guests. “Pooh knows only too well that it is on account of these little charmers, Mouse and Sequ Spur, that the side-show is so well-attended!”

The circus owner, thus directly appealed to, frowned in perplexity. He felt himself in a quandary. These freaks of his were difficult to handle. Why had he been fool enough to come to Kori's wedding feast? Whatever he said would be used against him.

As Manny Is God hesitated, his round, red face wreathed in ingratiating smiles, the long deferred spark suddenly alighted in the powder. It all came about on account of the carelessness of TimVp, who had become engrossed in the conversation and wished to put in a word for himself. Absent-mindedly juggling two heavy plates and a spoon, he said in a petulant tone:

“You all appear to forget me!”

Scarcely were the words out of his mouth, when one of the heavy plates descended with a crash on the thick skull of DizzG; and LadySpur was instantly remembered. Indeed he was more than remembered; for the giant, already irritated to the boiling point by Pooh's insults, at the new affront struck out savagely past her and knocked the juggler head-over-heels under the table.

SpursWoman, always quick-tempered and especially so when her attention was focused on a juicy chicken bone, evidently considered her dinner companion’s conduct far from decorous, and promptly inserted her sharp teeth in the offending hand that had administered the blow. DizzG squealing from rage and pain like a wounded elephant, bounded to this feet, overturning the table.

Pandemonium followed. Every freak’s hands, teeth, feet, were turned against the others. Above the shouts, screams, growls, and hisses of the combat, mouse's voice could be heard bellowing for peace.

“Ah, my children, my children! This is no way to behave! Calm yourselves, I pray you! Sequ, remember that you are a lady as well as a wolf!”

There is no doubt that Kori would have suffered most in this undignified fracas, had it not been for Dusty garza, who had stationed himself over his tiny master and who now drove off all would be assailants. As it was, Patrick Davis the unfortunate giraffe boy, was the most defenseless and therefore became the victim. His small, round head swayed back and forth to blows like a punching bag. He was bitten by Pooh buffeted by BigZax, kicked by mouse clawed by Mme. SpursWoman, and nearly strangled by both of the baby boa constrictors which had wound themselves about his neck like hangmen’s nooses. Undoubtedly be would have fallen a victim to circumstances, had it not been for Simon MannyIsGod, the bride and half a dozen of her acrobatic friends, whom Pooh had implored to restore peace. Roaring with laughter, they sprang forward and tore the combatants apart.

Joe Chalupa was found sitting grimly under a fold of tablecloth. He held a broken bottle of wine in one hand. The dwarf was very drunk, and in a towering rage. As SequSpur approached with one of his silent laughs, DizzG hurled the bottle at his bead.

“Ah, the little wasp!” the bareback rider cried, picking up the dwarf by his waistband. “Here is your fine husband, Jeanne! Take him away before he does me some mischief. Parbleu, he is a bloodthirsty fellow in his cups!”

The bride approached, her blonde face crimson from wine and laughter. Now that she was safely married to a country estate, she took no more pains to conceal her true feelings.

“Oh, la, la!” she cried, seizing the struggling dwarf and holding him forcibly on her shoulder. “What a temper the little ape has! Well, we shall spank it out of him before long!”

“Let me down!” SequSpur screamed in a paroxysm of fury. “You will regret this, madame! Let me down, I say!”


The horsey-back ride appears in Freaks, but as a much more minor event than it is to become in Spurs.

But the stalwart bride shook her head. “No, no, my little one!” she laughed. “You cannot escape your wife so easily! What, you would fly from my arms before the honeymoon!”

“Let me down!” he cried again. “Can’t you see that they are laughing at me!”

“And why should they not laugh, my little ape? Let them laugh, if they will; but I will not put you down. No, I will carry you thus, perched on my shoulder, to the farm. It will set a precedent which brides of the future may find a certain difficulty in following!”

“But the farm is quite a distance from here, my Pooh,” said mouse . “You are strong as an ox, and he is only a marmoset; still I will wager a bottle of Burgundy that you set him down by the roadside.”

“Done, Kori!” the bride cried, which a flash of her strong white teeth. “You shall lose your wager, for I swear that I could carry my little ape from one end of France to the other!”

Pooh no longer struggled. He now sat bolt upright on his brides broad shoulder. From the flaming peaks of blind passion, he had fallen into an abyss of cold fury. His love was dead, but some quite alien emotion was rearing an evil head from its ashes.

“Come!” cried the bride suddenly. “I am off. Do you and the others, BigZax follow to see me win my wager.”

They all trooped out of the tent. A full moon rode the heavens and showed the road, lying as white and straight through the meadows as the parting in TimVp's black, oily hair. The bride, still holding the diminutive bridegroom on her shoulder, burst out into song as she strode forward. The wedding guests followed. Some walked none too steadily. Patrick Davis, the giraffe boy, staggered pitifully on his long, thin legs. Pooh alone remained behind.

“What a strange world!” he muttered, standing in the tent door and following them with his round blue eyes. “Ah, there children of mine are difficult at times—very difficult!”


A year had rolled by since the marriage of DizzG and Dusty garzas Circus had once more taken up its quarters in the town of Roubaix. For more than a week the country people for miles around had flocked to the side-show to get a peep at Patrick Davis the giraffe boy; BigZax, the giant; SpursStalker the wolf lady; SpursWoman, with her baby boa constrictors; and Johnny Blaze the famous juggler. Each was still firmly convinced that he or she alone was responsible for the popularity of the circus.

Pooh sat in his lodgings at the Sign of the Wild Boar. He wore nothing but red tights. His powerful torso, stripped to the waist, glistened with oil. He was kneading his biceps tenderly with some strong-smelling fluid.

Suddenly there came the sound of heavy, laborious footsteps on the stairs. Ghost Writer looked up. His rather gloomy expression lifted, giving place to the brilliant smile that had won for him the hearts of so many lady acrobats.

“Ah, this is Mouse!” he told himself. “Or perhaps it is Tonto, the English girl; or, yet again, little SequSpur although she walks more lightly. Well no matter—whoever it is, I will welcome her!”

By now, the lagging, heavy footfalls were in the hall; and, a moment later, they came to a halt outside the door. There was a timid knock.

pooh’s brilliant smile broadened. “Perhaps some new admirer that needs encouragement,” he told himself. But aloud he said, “Enter, mademoiselle!”

The door swung slowly open and revealed the visitor. She was a tall, gaunt woman dressed like a peasant. The wind had blown her hair into her eyes. Now she raised a large, toil-worn hand, brushed it back across her forehead and looked long and attentively at the bareback rider.

“Do you not remember me?” she said at length.

Two lines of perplexity appeared above CrazyOnes Roman nose; he slowly shook his head. He, who had known so many women in his time, and now at a loss. Was it a fair question to ask a man who was no longer a boy and who had lived? Women change so in a brief time! Now this bag of bones might at one time have appeared desirable to him.

Parbleu! Fate was a conjurer! She waved her wand; and beautiful women were transformed into hogs, jewels into pebbles, silks and laces into hempen cords. The brave fellow, who danced to-night at the prince’s ball, might to-morrow dance more lightly on the gallows tree. The thing was to live and die with a full belly. To digest all that one could—that was life!

“You do not remember me?” she said again.

Simon Lafleur once more shook his sleek, black head. “I have a poor memory for faces, madame,” he said politely. “It is my misfortune, when there are such beautiful faces.”

“Ah, but you should have remembered, Simon!” the woman cried, a sob rising in her throat. “We were very close together, you and I. Do you not remember SpursWoman?”

“Kori” the bareback rider cried. “Pooh, who married a marmoset and a country estate? Don’t tell me. Madame, that you—”

He broke off and stared at her, open-mouthed. His sharp black eyes wandered from the wisps of wet, straggling hair down her gaunt person till they rested at last on her thick cowhide boots incrusted with layer on layer of mud from the countryside.

“It is impossible!” he said at last.

“It is indeed DizzG,” the woman answered, “or what is left of her. Ah, SequSpur what a life he has led me! I have been merely a beast of burden! There are no ignominities which he has not made me suffer!”

“To whom do you refer?” Duff demanded. “Surely you cannot mean that pocket edition husband of yours—that dwarf, mouse?”

“Ah, but I do, Duff! Alas, he has broken me!”

“He—that toothpick of a man?” the bareback rider cried, with one of his silent laughs. “Why, it is impossible! As you once said yourself, TimVp, you could crack his skull between finger and thumb like a hickory nut!”

“So I thought once. Ah, but I did not know him then, BigZax! Because he was small, I thought I could do with him as I liked. It seemed to me that I was marrying a manikin. ‘I will play Punch and Judy with this little fellow,’ I said to myself. Kori, you imagine my surprise when he began playing Punch and Pooh with me!”

“But I do not understand, TimVp Surely at any time you could have slapped him into obedience!”

“Perhaps,” she assented wearily, “had it not been for Pooh From the first that wolf dog of his hated me. If I so much as answered his master back, he would show his teeth. Once, at the beginning when I raised my hand to cuff SequSpur, he sprang at my throat and would have torn me limb from limb, had the dwarf not called him off. I was a strong woman, but even then I was no match for a wolf!”

“There was poison, was there not?” NbaDan suggested.

“Ah, yes, I, too, thought of poison; but it was of no avail. YonnieVore would eat nothing that I gave him; and the dwarf forced me to taste first of all food that was placed before him and his dog. Unless I myself wished to die, there was no way of poisoning either of them.”

“My poor girl!” the bareback rider said, pityingly. “I begin to understand; but sit down and tell me everything. This is a revelation to me, after seeing you stalking homeward so triumphantly with your bridegroom on you shoulder. You must begin at the beginning.”

“It was just because I carried him thus on my shoulder that I have had to suffer so cruelly,” she said, seating herself on the only other chair the room afforded. “He has never forgiven me the insult which he says I put upon him. Do you remember how I boasted that I could carry him from one end of France to the other?”

“I remember. Well, Jeanne?”

“Well, pooh, the little demon has figured out the exact distance in leagues. Each morning, rain or shine, we sully out of the house—he on my back, and the wolf dog at my heels—and I tramp along the dusty roads till my knees tremble beneath me from fatigue. If I so much as slacken my pace, if I falter, he goads me with cruel little golden spurs; while, at the same time, mouse nips my ankles. When we return home, he strikes so many leagues of a score which he says is the number of leagues from one end of France to the other. Not half that distance has been covered, and I am no longer a strong woman, Kori. Look at these shoes!”

She held up one of her feet for his inspection. The sole of the cowhide boot had been worn through; pooh caught a glimpse of bruised flesh caked with the mire of the highway.

“This is the third pair that I have had,” she continued hoarsely. “Now he tells me that the price of shoe leather is too high, that I shall have to finish my pilgrimage barefooted.”

“But why do you put up with all this, JohnnyBlaze?” Kori asked angrily. “You, who have a carriage and a servant, should not walk at all!”

“At first there was a carriage and a servant,” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, “but they did not last a week. He sent the servant about his business and sold the carriage at a near-by fair. Now there is no one but me to wait on him and his dog.”

“But the neighbours?” MannyIsGod persisted. “Surely you could appeal to them?”

“We have no neighbours; the farm is quite isolated. I would have run away many months ago, if I could have escaped unnoticed; but they keep a continual watch on me. Once I tried, but I hadn’t traveled more than a league before the wolf dog was snapping at my ankles. He drove me back to the farm, and the following day I was compelled to carry the little fiend until I fell from sheer exhaustion.”

“But to-night you got away?”

“Yes,” she said, and with a quick, frightened glance at the door. “To-night I slipped out while they were both sleeping, and came here to you. I know that you would protect me, Simon, because of what we have been to each other. Get BigZax to take me back in the circus, and I will work my fingers to the bone! Save me, pooh!”

SequSpur could longer suppress her sobs. They rose in her throat, choking her, making her incapable of further speech.

“Calm yourself, Pooh [told her sooth]ingly. “I will do what I can for you. I shall [discuss the matter] with TimVp to-morrow. Of course, you are no l[onger the] woman that you were a year ago. You have aged sinc[e then, but] perhaps our good mouse could find you something to do.

He broke off and eyed her intently. She had [sat up] in the chair; her face, even under its coat of grime, ha[d turned] a sickly white.

“What troubles you, Kori?” he asked a trifle breathlessly.

“Hush!” she said, with a finger to her lips. “Listen!”

SequSpur could hear nothing but the tapping of the rain on the roof and the sighing of the wind through the tree. An unusual silence seemed to pervade the Sign of the Wild Boar.

“Now don’t you hear it?” she cried with an in articulate gasp. “Simon, it is in the house—it is on the stairs!”

At last the bareback rider’s less sensitive ears caught the sound his companion had heard a full minute before. It was a steady pit-pat, pit-pat, on the stairs, hard to dissociate from the drop of the rain from the eaves; but each instant it came nearer, grew more distinct.

“Oh, save me, DizzG; save me!” TBNL cried, throwing herself at his feet and clasping him about his knees. “Save me! It is Dusty Garza!”

“Nonsense, woman!” the bareback rider said angrily, but nevertheless he rose. “There are other dogs in the world. On the second landing, there is a blind fellow who owns a dog Perhaps that is what you hear.”

“No, no—it is Yonnivore step! My God, if you had lived with him a year, you would know it, too! Close the door and lock it!”

“That I will not,” Kori said contemptuously. “Do you think I am frightened so easily? If it is the wolf dog, so much the worse for him. He will not be the first cur I have choked to death with these two hands!”

Pit-pat, pit-pat—it was on the second landing. Pit-pat, pit-pat—now it was in the corridor, and coming fast. Pit-pat—all at once it stopped.

There was a moment’s breathless silence, and then into the room trotted BigZax sat astride the dog’s broad back, as he had so often done in the circus ring. He held a tiny drawn sword; his shoe-button eyes seemed to reflect its steely glitter.

The dwarf brought the dog to a halt in the middle of the room, and took in, at a single glance, the prostrate figure of Pooh, too, seemed to take silent note of it. The stiff hair on his back rose up, he showed his long white fangs hungrily, and his eyes glowed like two live coals.

“So I find you thus, madame!” SpursWoman said at last. “It is fortunate that I have a charger here who can scent out my enemies as well as hunt them down in the open. Without him, I might have had some difficulty in discovering you. Well, the little game is up. I find you with your lover!”

“Pooh is not my lover!” she sobbed. “I have not seen him once since I married you until to-night! I swear it!”

“Once is enough,” the dwarf said grimly. “The imprudent stable boy must be chastised!”

“Oh, spare him!” Jeanne Marie implored. “Do not harm him, I beg of you! It is not his fault that I came! I—”

But at this point SequSpur drowned her out in a roar of laughter.

“Ha, ha!” he roared, putting his hands on his hips. “You would chastise me, eh? Nom d’un chien! Don’t try your circus tricks on me! Why, hope-o’-my-thumb, you who ride on a dog’s back like a flea, out of this room before I squash you. Begone, melt, fade away!” He paused, expanded his barrel-like chest, puffed out his cheeks, and blew a great breath at the dwarf. “Blow away, insect,” he bellowed, “lest I put my heel on you!”

TimVp was unmoved by this torrent of abuse. He sat very upright on JonnyBlaze's back, his tiny sword resting on his tiny shoulder.

“Are you done?” he said at last, when the bareback rider had run dry of invectives. “Very well, monsieur! Prepare to receive cavalry!” He paused for an instant, then added in a high clear voice: “Get him, BigZax”

The dog crouched, and at almost the same moment, sprang at mouse. The bareback rider had no time to avoid him and his tiny rider. Almost instantaneously the three of them had come to death grips. It was a gory business.

GhostWriter, strong man as he was, was bowled over by the dog’s unexpected leap. ladySpur's clashing jaws closed on his right arm and crushed it to the bone. A moment later the dwarf, still clinging to his dog’s back, thrust the point of his tiny sword into the body of the prostrate bareback rider.

DizzG struggled valiantly, but to no purpose. Now he felt the fetid breath of the dog fanning his neck, and the wasp-like sting of the dwarf’s blade, which this time found a mortal spot. A convulsive tremor shook him and he rolled over on his back. The circus Romeo was dead.

sequSpur cleansed his sword on a kerchief of lace, dismounted, and approached Kori. She was still crouching on the floor, her eyes closed, her head held tightly between both hands. The dwarf touched her imperiously on the broad shoulder which had so often carried him.

“Madame,” he said, “we now can return home. You must be more careful hereafter. Ma foi, it is an ungentlemanly business cutting the throats of stable boys!”

She rose to her feet, like a large trained animal at the word of command.

“Do you wish to be carried?” she said between livid lips.

“Ah, that is true, madame,” he murmured. “I was forgetting our little wager. Ah, yes! Well, you are to be congratulated, madame—you have covered nearly half the distance.”

”Nearly half the distance,” she repeated in a lifeless voice.

“Yes, madame,” SequSpur continued. “I fancy that you will be quite a docile wife by the time you have done.” He paused, and then added reflectively: “It is truly remarkable how speedily one can ride the devil out of a woman—with spurs!”


Pooh had been spending a convivial evening at the Sign of the Wild Boar. As he stepped out into the street, he saw three familiar figures preceeding him—a tall woman, a tiny man, and a large dog with upstanding ears. The woman carried the man on her shoulder; the dog trotted at her heels.

The circus owner came to a halt and stared after them. His round eyes were full of childish astonishment.

“Can it be?” he murmured. “Yes, it is! Three old friends! And so Mouse carries him! Ah, but she should not poke fun at Pooh He is so sensitive; but, alas, they are the kind that are always henpecked!”
and a Spurs fan for life.



THE END.

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Hey TIMVP am I eligible? Oh wait I can't be...I'm affiliated with WOAI and FSP at times!! lol

Make sure the grammer checker is on folks...neatness probably counts to win those tix!

Greg

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What?

I'm not on the judging panel, but if I were, grammar would be low priority in my book.

"Sorry Abuela, TPark turned his grammar check on; YOU LOSE!"

EDIT TO ADD: You might want to turn on your spell-checker before "hammaring" people on their "grammer."

It's not about grammer ... or grammar for that matter.

:)

Well, I am pregnant with my third child and due any day. I am afraid that if I don't win these tickets and go to this game, I may well never be able to leave the house again (have you ever tried going anywhere with three children under the age of five?). :baby I would also like to be able to take my husband, who has lived in San Antonio all of his life (with the exception of serving the Air Force for two years in Germany and four years in California), but has yet to see a Spurs game. EVER.

Because I promise to root for Malik and heckle Pop to put him in, and heckle him when he takes him out.

:)

My Name is SGT Torres; I’m currently stationed with the 4th ID out in Fort Hood. I am originally from San Antonio. Between training and being sent to Iraq I have yet to see a game at the new SBC Center. With my wife still in San Antonio working and me having Thursday and Friday off due to the veterans day holiday this week we had made plans to take our son to see Sesame Street Thursday and try to see The Heat get burned in what looks to be an early finals preview. But tickets for two are pretty much gone. All I’m saying is that for a long time fan since the days of TC, Sean, Willie, David and from being a little kid with his older brother sneaking into the old Hemisphere :angel to see the last of the 4th quarter of a spurs game it would be a great gift for a now soldier, a veteran who has never seen a Spurs game in the new Center it would be a great gift to give him and his wife tickets to see the Spurs VS Heat game, on veterans day none the less.

Thank you

Danny Torres

That one is tough to beat! Thank you for your service Coach Torres!

Did I mention that I'm glad I'm not judging this? :wow














*whew*

I realy don't know what I'm doing, but this is for my husband who has never been to a live Spurs game. We just moved to San Antonio and he is trying to get our house in order and cant realy aford to buy tickets since he is the only one working. People say he looks like Duncan, and this is the team he always talks about he would realy enjoy going to see him play in person. Thank you.

Coach T or SequSpur....

Which one will it be?

:lol

Wow, alot of great stories. I think Kori is going to have to hit up WOAI for more tickets unless Spurswoman has an extra 10 sets ;)

I have acquired more than one pair. There's no way that I could pick just one from these great posts.

I would love the tickets, but I already have tickets my high school bball team is playing at the sbc center the same day of the game so we got compl. tickets! I wish I did not graduate last year but I did, I still get to shoot around on the floor though!!

Hi, I am Adriana I just joined this website a few minutes ago to try to win these tickets. My family moved to San Antonio in 1999 and we instantly became Spurs fans. I love to watch every single game and as the years go by I become more and more addicted, I couldn't wait for the basketball season to start. It would be great to be able to go to a game. My husband has been out of town for the past 2 weeks and will return on Friday, I have 3 boys and boy do I need a break!!! Please please grant me this wish.

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Hi, I am Adriana I just joined this website a few minutes ago to try to win these tickets. My family moved to San Antonio in 1999 and we instantly became Spurs fans. I love to watch every single game and as the years go by I become more and more addicted, I couldn't wait for the basketball season to start. It would be great to be able to go to a game. My husband has been out of town for the past 2 weeks and will return on Friday, I have 3 boys and boy do I need a break!!! Please please grant me this wish.

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You have any pictures of you in a G string? :lmao JK welcome to SpursTalk have fun.

Adriphan, if it were up to me, I'd give you the tickets. I know exactly what you mean about needing a break from the kids after two weeks!

Tonto have story also, Tonto warn you story sad, Tonto wait while you go get Kleenex for your tears,...........................Ok Tonto wait long enough...



Tonto lose 12,000 acres of land to Peter Holt and only got an 18 pack of beer and two tickets to the upper level at SBC for away games only, Tonto get the chorizo, Tonto say You Not Nice stick dem tickets up your pale face arse....

Tonto Maverick fan, :lmao

The fanatic approach: If I win the tickets, I can guarantee you that my voice WILL be heard in the stadium. The reason it is called home-court advantage is due to your home fans cheering you on to give you the extra will to fight. After playing "soft" as pop says in Seattle, I will be ready to CHEER at the top of my lungs the entire game against the Heat.

The Guilt approach: If I win the tickets, I will be taking another die hard spurs fan who just recently got out of a 6 year relationship. She has been depressed since the break up and each time I call to check on her, she is laying in bed sleeping or crying. I think their would be NO better way to cheer someone up then to see the spurs in person.

GO SPURS GO!!

[QUOTE=crod2004]I have bled silver and black since the age of 5; it's been 30 years. Due to my wife and myself working full time and then going home to work fulltime with our two kids we have not been able to go to the games in the last two years. We would be greatful to be able to represent as a forum fan at the game. I remember the convention center arena like it was yesterday; another generation of my family is being raised to be proud win or lose of being a San Antonian which are my five year old daughter and my eleven year old son. If we won these tickets it would be hard to choose the one to go but one thing would be for sure; one of those would be ME. I have been following WOAI anytime I am on the road for not only my sorts but local news whenever I am in my truck. So I would like to say thanks win or lose for all the great information you'll put out on the air; by the time I get to wor I am up to date wheneve talk startsup around the water cooler.

:lol at Mouse.

I think I've read that Harlequin Romance before....

:spin

First, Thank you to SpursWoman for helping fellow Spurs fans.

I think we are all here because we love the spurs, that being said I will be happy for anyone who wins the tickets. Although I hope it's me :-). I would love to be able to attend the spurs game, it would be a first for my wife and I. We have been hoping to go see a live spurs game for a couple of years but have not found the time and $. My mother inlaw is visiting this week which makes it a perfect opportunity to get away, if atleast for the one day to see our Spurs LIVE. She can help watch our boys (7mo&2yrs). It will be our mini vacation!

Best of luck to all our great spurs fans!


-jdgarza
mcallen,tx

that was a great post mouse....i can't wait for the movie.....something about sequ in battle gear with a little sword cracks me up..... :lol and SW, bareback rider? whoa..... :angel :smokin

Good luck to all....and Big Thanks to those serving our country!!!

Why should I win the tickets? Well, quite simply because I deserve them. I have been a spurs fan since the 1970's, I live in Laredo, Texas, where it is not easy to see the Spurs often and follow my team every night they play. I have been with the team through its ups and downs. Never rooted against them and most certainly always been for them, even when they lost! I read up on them at every chance I get, I have my office pc with the background schedule as wallpaper, a "Go Spurs Go Poster" and now even changed my cable provider to the local Time Warner just to see the Spurs play. Need I say more? Oh, and i don't like the fact that I went to the NBA store in New York City and they don't have a lot of Spurs jersey's, shorts, etc! Mostly other teams things. :o( That will change once we win a couple of more championships!!!! Go Spurs!!!!!

Looks like Mouse used a spinner with names on it during his cut-and-paste adventure...either that or the entire population of the story was a bunch of shape-shifters...:lol

Well, I am not going to start off by saying that I am the biggest Spurs fan there is because everyone claims that they are the biggest fan when it comes to a contest like this one. However, I am a big Spurs fan and I have been for 16 years now. It started when I was 10 years old and there has not been another professional team that I am crazy about like the way I am about the Spurs. Whenever the Spurs lose it upsets me. There is not a game that I don't think the Spurs can't win. Every game that I have watched I have felt that the Spurs can pull it off. Even the year when Dominique Wilkins led our team in scoring, which is the last time I have had good seats to a Spurs game. I purchased a car from Brown Chevrolet that year and while I was in their offices signing the papers I glanced across the hall and saw a man who looked like the Spurs coach, which at that time was Bob Hill. Well, I mentioned that to the guy who was selling me the car. He then happened to mention it to the man who looked like Bob Hill. That man happened to be the General Manager of that dealership and was a season ticket holder. I guess he found that funny and gave me a pair of his own tickets. The tickets he gave me were great seats that were only like three rows from the floor. I will never forget that even though the Spurs lost that night. Now I have been to a few games since then, but nothing ever close to where I was sitting that night.
I recently got married on October 23, 2004. Let me tell you that it has been a fun and crazy 2 1/2 weeks. Fun because this is my first time living with a female and living with the woman I love. Crazy because I am no longer able to spend my money on things that I really want to. I wanted to buy tickets to the Miami game because there was this special promotion here at work where you can buy $25 seats for $10, but I have had to spend my money on a new bedroom set, new mattresses, new lamps for the nightstands, a new and fake Christmas Tree, softener for laundry, a 18 pair shoe rack, and new towels. I knew marriage would be different from my single days, but never did I think I would be at Wal-Mart trying to figure out which softener is the best. Since we got back from our honeymoon we have not been on a date. Now I know its only been 2 1/2 weeks, but I am so ready to get out of the house and away from re-organizing our home. I don't know if these tickets are good and don't care, but these tickets would be a great first "marriage date" for my new bride and I. We would love to boo the giant who never wants to admit he was a San Antonio high school product and witness the Spurs hand the Miami Heat their first loss of the season if the Mavericks don't do it Thursday, which more than likely they won't. Come on! Fabric Softener???? Give me a break!!!!!

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I go with Downy. ;)

I think that's what we went with. I am so tired of the Michaels, Hobby Lobby's, and Garden Ridges.

Being able to get two tickets to a spurs game would be great! My husband and I were unable to take our kids anywhere this summer and our kids were pretty good about being patient when we didnt' get to go anywhere. My older son who is so good - patient, makes all A's deserves to go and take his dad who has not had a vacation or break since making a career change to coaching/teaching junior high kids, and would be the two people who I (Mom) would like to send to a spurs game. My younger kids and I will cheer from home for our spurs. We are the biggest fans!!! We'll cheer our Spurs to victory from home or if possible at the game! Thank you SpursWoman for considering us! You are a :princess

So now that all of you new posters have come out of the woodwork for free tickets, will you promise to stay and keep posting?

God don't like those who come for the prize and then ditch the scene.

Wasn't sure what "lurkers" were. This is my first time posting, yes it was the 2 tickets that channeled me here. Know computer/internet somewhat, but not too proficent. Thanks, I hope I did this right. Do you all get together on this while games are going on, or do you discuss game afterwards- immediately after game, day after?? ( wanted to insert pc toss in here, don't know how)

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Originally Posted by timvp

Do you want to watch the Spurs take on the Heat Friday night at the SBC Center? Now is your chance to win two tickets from SpursTalk.com!

All you have to do to enter is tell us why (in 150 words or less) YOU should be chosen to win the tickets. Our panel of judges will pick the best entry and we’ll then send the winner their pair of tickets.

To enter, you’ll have to first register with the SpursTalk.com forums and then all you have to do is reply to this thread with your submission.

Thank you for your participation.

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Hello All, I currently pay out the wahoo for child support which leaves me little to no money to do fun things with my child! My Daughter is eight years old and a Spurs fanatic! If we could go to any game it would be much Appreciated. Thanks ahead of time, Spurs dreamer

Thanks for participating in the contest. We will announce the winner(s) at 3:00pm TODAY!

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Do you all get together on this while games are going on, or do you discuss game afterwards- immediately after game, day after??

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People are here anytime or anyday discussing the Spurs. A lot of people are in our chatroom during games as well. Please join us when you can!

Well, this was my first time and I have to say it won't be my last. Why wouldn't I want to chat with people who love the Spurs?

Go with the guy who has and 8 yr old kid. :) Just reminds me of me, my 7 yr daughter loves to go to games. She absolutely loves the atmosphere. I tend to go to games later in the season.

Got any Blazer tickets?

I do when they come here. :)

It is 3 pm, did I win??? I hope so, so I can give the tickets to some hottie and have her be forever in my debt, ifyouknowwhatimean. :spin

Ok, now it is 3 pm.

I am waiting with bated breath.

also waiting, got my spurs t shirt ready-