It almost like the Spurs are in a game of chicken with the very concept of winning a basketball game. It’d be sort of fascinating if it didn’t didn’t also make my heart hurt a little bit every time our weary players trudged off the court at the buzzer to go reckon with yet another notch in the loss column. Frankly, this is all semantics at this point anyway. We know what the Spurs are and all that’s left is to see where everything comes to rest.
I gave an honest effort at finding a silver lining last night, I really did, but my heart wasn’t in it.