by Brett Edwards
YEEEEEE-HAAAAAW! (*shoots guns into the sky*)
Sorry about that, I thought I'd celebrate like y'all would in San Antonio. Yes, the Spurs are dead, thanks to refuse-to-lose performances from Dirk Nowitzki and Jason Terry. After blowing all of a 20 point lead and an admittedly clutch 3 from Ginobili, DAL was down 3 with 32 seconds left in regulation. Dirk would not be denied, as he went strong to the hoop and got fouled by Manu to tie the game at the free throw line. Awesome play, Dirk simply wanted it more than the Spurs on that one. After Ginobili and Duncan missed shots at the buzzer (along with plenty of bitching), the game went into OT, where everyone on the Mavs came through and got the job done. Dirk's only 2 points in the extra period came at the foul line with 0:09 left and the game already decided.
I have to mention the Dick Bavetta call with 22 seconds left in OT. It was a classic, the kind he's become known for and the kind that earned him the name "Knick" Bavetta back in the day. SA is down five, and while trying to inbound the ball, Bavetta called a foul on Devin Harris, which awarded the Spurs one free throw and the ball out of bounds. WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP! That call rarely gets made in regular season games, let alone in an overtime of a playoff game 7. Don't talk to me about Laker or Lebron conspiracy theories when this call, along with two bogus suspensions (Artest and Terry) clearly were attempts to help along the defending champs.
The best was Pockavich's post-game press conference. He was visibly shaken after this loss, and only gave one word "yes" or "no" answers to the questions. When prodded further after one of his "yes" responses, he snapped back "Yes means yes!" Way to be a sore loser, Greggggggg, nice example you're setting. If you're going to pull that crap, why not just bail on the press conference and pay the fine? But I guess if you have the most wins in the NBA and are bounced in the second round, you clearly have something to be upset about.
So long Spurs, I can now shelve my hatred for you for a few months, have my playoff basketball telecasts attention-whore free, and focus on the Pistons (or Mavs?) title run.
UPDATE: One of our readers left a comment on another post of ours that is so directly related to how I feel about the Spurs, that I felt it deserved to be on the front page. Here's what Kevin had to say:
I am usually of the school that once the deed is done, be a good sportsman,
congratulate the other fellow on a job well done, take your lumps if you lost and be humble if you won. Well, not this time!!!!
The Whiney Spurs and all their ridiculous, over-the-top, we-don't-have-anything-else-in-our-town-besides-a-dirty-river-to-hang-our-hats-on fans, can collectively go to their nearest Lowe's or Home Depot, and purchase the following items:
1) four large sheets of plywood
2) eight (8) two-by-fours
3) a power saw
4) a nail gun and several hundred rounds
5) a Philips-head screwdriver
6) two dozen wood screws
7) six (6) anchor screws
8) one (1) laser level
You may then use said supplies and implements to construct an 8-foot ramp, sitting at a 60° angle, along with a small staircase to reach the top of said ramp. Then, I will kneel at the bottom of said ramp, pantless and engorged, and one by one you may all climb to the top, slide down the ramp and BITE MY CRANK!!!!
MAVS WIN!! MAVS WIN!!
Tim Duncan, take your whiney "I never commit a foul but everyone who stands
near me is fouling me" azz, your smelly
French boyfriend, your Argentinian gardner, your bald-headed butler, your
pock-scarred coach and the rest of that gaggle of NBA castaways and high-tail it to the golf course, cuz your season is
Nicely done Kevin!