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When I heard that the Pistons had fired Mo Cheeks over the weekend, my immediate reaction was: there goes Monday’s game. For whatever reason (I’m sure we can psychoanalyze our way to several), teams always get up for that first game after a coach has been fired and an interim has stepped in. There’s a spring in the step, a renewed energy, and often an ‘unleashing’. Detroit is not lacking…

San Antonio 104, Charlotte 100 Ok then, Patty. Patty Mills is really an ideal back-up PG. You want somebody who can come in and run the offense in a similar fashion as the starter, but also brings something different to the table (3-point shooting). A player who can change the whole complexion of a game by virtue of energy and shifting the pace. Somebody who makes up in scrap what…

San Antonio 89, Brooklyn 103 There’s a recipe to pulling off these short-handed victories. You need to catch the opposing team asleep, probably in large part because their focus has waned facing an ‘inferior’ opponent. You need some hot shooting, particularly from the outside. You need to convert all of your lucky chances and free chances, and win a majority of the 50/50 balls. You need to turn it into…

San Antonio 125, Washington 118 (2OT) By the time the final buzzer had sounded in regulation, with the Spurs coming all the way back in the second half despite not having Tony Parker, they had to win the game. By putting so much effort into the night (and facing at least 5 more minutes of it), they had lessened their chances of winning the following night. Every second of Duncan’s…

San Antonio 102, New Orleans 95 I know the Spurs are playing well when I’m happy and enjoying the game. I know this is an overly emotional reading of what should be a very intellectualized study of events. But I started writing about the Spurs because I love the Spurs; while I do enjoy very intellectual and overly nerdy analyses of the things I love, my foundation is one of…

Sacramento 93, San Antonio 95 Cliches become as such because they contain truth. No matter how, or against whom, a win counts the same no matter what. A win is a win is a win is a win. And after a 3-game skid which felt like an eternity (and seemed as if this team might never win again), and just before the team leaves for the annual Rodeo Road Trip,…

So this is how the other half lives, eh? Midway through the 3rd quarter of this game, I got the strangest sensation that this is what it must be like to cheer for a mediocre to good team, a team that has up years and down years, talent but can’t always put it together, where any old win is visited with enthusiasm. As the Spurs fought hard but came up…

As in: what this game felt like to watch. Sheesh. It’s not often that watching a Spurs game feels like work, but last night’s loss against Houston sure did. More than just the Hack-a-Howard during the 3rd quarter that lasted approximately 2 days, the whole game felt like it was stuck in the mud, moving in slow motion towards an uninspired conclusion. The game started well enough, with the Spurs…

I still get chills thinking about how close the Spurs came to that title. I’m still startled awake at night remembering Ray Allen’s shot in the air, that rebound, those missed free throws. So I was surprisingly calm during today’s game, the first rematch of the two teams, and the Spurs first time in Miami since Game 7. I even mustered a wry smile when Bosh pulled down an offensive…

Much like the last game against the Hawks in San Antonio, this one had the feel of an intrasquad scrimmage; unlike the last game, this time it was because the Spurs just destroyed the Hawks in a game (and building) completely devoid of energy and life. Lifeless games happen all the time in the NBA. Tonight, the Spurs were sharp from the outset, the Hawks were flat, and everything just…