Good thread and I will be opening up a bit here.
My dad had an accident in '78. Alive, but... not a human.
My ma... she did what she could to raise three kids all of a sudden with no education. She was very pretty though and had men around her all the time.
She was dedicated to me, (my brother and sis were 11/10 years older and took off ASAP) but needed help which wasn't a reliable thing so while she turned to the guys that wanted to do things for her, I turned to other things to replace the void I had.
It was 1989: I had never watched basketball in my life, living in Austin, Texas, but my mother was working her bartending position at the Driskoll and I had nowhere to go, but watch TV.
A station was showing the San Antonio Spurs and I was sitting there thinking: This is GREAT! I forgot about my worries. I forgot about all of it.
I watched the Dave Rob era where his teams just couldn't get it done, year after year.
I was one of the few fans, at the time, that fully supported Pop taking the team fully from Bob Hill because I knew he didn't have the defensive chops.
I learned that much already, by the time it happened.
This team is now my family.
When Duncan goes, I'm going to cry.
Ginobili too. It will be a true loss in the Family.
But here we go, we got Kawhi leading the way with some unbelievable play and a supporting cast we hope can be improved upon, but even if they can't- I'm going to be there, brother.