I don’t care if you’re the biggest die-hard Spurs fan out there, you can’t deny that they might just be the whiniest team in all of basketball. Every call, every no-call, and generally everything that happens over the course of 48 minutes is met with whining or crying of some sort. And if, God forbid, a foul is called on somebody in a Spurs uni? You can bet that 10 out of 10 times, that call is going to be met with the Manu/Duncan-patented incredulous “It’s a Foul on Me?!” schtik on the court and at the announcers’ table.
They carry themselves with general arrogance that ties in with the whining (as in, “We don’t have to play well until the playoffs because we’re the Spurs!” or “We’re the Spurs! We’re too good to foul!”). Last night’s game was one big study in all of it. They were simply out-hustled and out-hearted by the Utah Jazz. Utah played better defense, came up with huge loose balls and boards and they hit big shots. Yet San Antonio and (Elliott) were carrying on like it was just unfathomable that Utah could be winning the game.