I Admit It…the Spurs are in My Head
It's true. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired of the Spurs. They're up there rearranging furniture and there's nothing I can do about it.
I had a fucking nightmare last night that involved me trying to defend Manu Ginobli. If you guessed it ended with him getting to his left and laying it up over my helpless, outstretched arm, you'd be correct.
That's how bad it is for me.
Last night's third quarter was like the scene of Donny's death in The Big Lebowski. Think of me as the Dude, the Spurs as the nihilists and my brain as the Dude's car. "Well, they finally did it, man. They killed my fucking car."
What I realized is when the Suns play the Spurs, I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the Spurs to kill my car. In the past I was confident the Suns would bounce back and do their thing.
Now I'm not so sure. The Spurs are in my head and right now, I don't see the Suns biting off ears or dishing out a boombox beatdown in the near future.
note: my plan was to write about the Suns believing they're the better team and their off the charts confidence level despite being down 2-0, but the Suns' third quarter performance must have infected my computer and as such, I was not able to. Scott Bordow of the East Valley Trib beat me to it this morning.
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