The Spurs have struggled all year with establishing who they are and what they want to be. They can’t quite seem to pick a lane and run with it. Are they efficient shooters? Are they a lock down defensive squad? Are they young upstarts or crafty old guys? Who can say? Now, with the doomsday clock of this season inching ever closer to midnight, they’ve basically run out of time to come up with an answer. They are everything and nothing all at once. They’ve turned into a disturbing basketball Frankenstein monster stranded somewhere between life and death that’s being harrassed by villagers with pitchforks.
What We Learned from the Spurs loss to the Heat
