Saturday, May 12, 2007

Look away children, they may change forms!

I hate the San Antonio Spurs.

I hate everything they embody, everything they stand for, every single thing that they do. I respect Tim Duncan's low post dominance; but I hate him anyway. I respect Tony Parker's speed; I still want to see him injure himself. I respect Greg Popovich as a coach and all around nice guy; I just fucking hate his team.

The reasons are multiple. First, they succeed by being boring and predictable. I personally think that the style that the Spurs play (and they play it very well) goes against everything basketball is supposed to stand for. Listen to Bill Walton talk about the game sometime - "an effortless display of memorized brilliance", he said about his UCLA teams - and you can tell he really LOVES basketball. Loves it. He loves the movement, the passing, the athletic explosions, the swings in momentum that can occur at any given moment. But the Spurs really do none of these things. They do what is necessary. They are workmanlike. They are efficient. They are successful. But also, they are boring.

They rebound. They play good defense. They use the glass. Old school, some might call it. Are they really "dirty"? Bowen for sure is, the rest of the team I'm not sure of. Probably Ginobli and Oberto at least. A motherfucker that ugly has to play dirty. The point is, basketball is supposed to be fluid, not workmanlike. Fast, not slow. Breathtaking, not efficient. The Spurs play ordinary ball, and are saved from mediocrity because all their players buy into the system - and they have the greatest low post player of all time. I hate the fucking guy, he whines, he makes stupid faces, and he gets away with murder sometimes, but I have to give TD that much.

The Suns represent the revolution of the game, the blueprint that other teams are trying to duplicate. Ball movement, three point shooters, athletic wing players, fast breaks - and they do it better than anyone. They are the embodiment of what basketball should be.

But in the end, it's easier to be slow than fast. Easier to make yourself a hard worker than be born effortlessly brilliant. Easier to be sufficient than fantastic. Easier to score 85 points than 120. And because of that, as long as Duncan is playing, the Spurs will be able to defeat teams like the Suns who think that final scores should be higher than 82-77. Especially if the referees are going to let Oberto and Ginobli flop their fucking way to 16 free throws a game. Why play D when you can just fall down?

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