I feel like a noose of piss-poor defense is slowly releasing from my neck. Like other Spurs fans who love seeing us lock opposing teams in a prison cell of hopelessness, disgust, and despair, I feel like I may be able to breath again.
Part One: A Breath of Fresh Air.
Last night was the first time in a LONG time Spurs fans saw quality defense from their team. Our guys not only played damn good D, but if you ask me we bullied the Mavs last night. We were physical with everybody on the floor. At one point Keith Bogans head butted Dirk in the chest while maintaining position, and I thought he was going to try and gnaw out his itty-bitty heart. The thing is, with many more performances like this Dirk won't have any heart left.
Like the rest of you I've been excited all summer, and I've seen potential, but I never knew we would ever have a shot at playing championship defense again. I had to see it to believe it.
Well, after last night, I have a new kind of excitement. Greater than just signing a potent offensive player like RJ, or a solid post-player like Dice to our team.
Just how excited, you ask? The kind of excited you get when you realize that the sketchy chick you slept with and never called back but who called you to tell you might be a daddy when she missed her period last month finally calls you to tell you she is on the rag.
I CAN LIVE! I CAN BREATHE! You know...that kind of excitement.
Part Two: Thank You.
Thank you George. Thank you Keith. Thank you Dice. Thank you RJ. Thank you Pop.
Your combined effort brought an egg fumbling out of Dirk's uterus like so many loose balls rolling across the hardwood, and I can breathe again.
Part Three: Tony...Timmy...Don't mess this up.
Tony, I know in the past you haven't had to play lock-down D. You've had a world-class defender behind you who could pick up the slack. You've had the benefit of Pop's strategies, and you didn't have to do any more than direct the traffic into Tim. Well Tony, Timmy is not the man he once was. Our defensive effort last night took five guys. Tony, son, your going to have to grow some teeth on D.
And Timmy, I know your knee/ankle/foot hurts from carrying this city on your back for a decade, but you're gonna have to dig in and show these youngsters how a future hall of famer does things on the defensive end.
The excuses just followed Fin Dog and RJ to the other end of the bench guys. Let's get back to business.
Part Four: Hang on for Your Life Matty.
Matty, I saw you out there last night, digging in with everything you had. Well, what you did was just enough. But just remember, you need to keep that Grand Prix moving forward, or you may find yourself rolling on mass transit again... the light rail back to Toronto.
Aww, who am I kidding. But do it for the fans, even if Pop doesn't insist on anything more than "Hands up Matty" defense.
