Then I had a moment at some point...I can't tell you exactly when but it was one of those vintage nights where the Big 3 shined and all felt right again. In that moment of splendor I realized something terrible. I realized that the day was coming when I would no longer get to see nights like this. The Big 3 would go away and all I would have was memories captured on film and placed on a medium of media. The starting over I used to so strongly desire now terrified me.
It was then that I made the decision that I would take whatever good I could get out of these final seasons and let the rest fall by the wayside. No matter the situation, I would shrug off all the bad just to have those small glimpses of good that I knew I needed to appreciate while there was still time. Little did I know that somewhere along the way the Spurs would do something improbable in my mind...they would once again become contenders. They would find the pieces to help them rise from the ashes and go once more unto the breach.