Part II: Spur me

Fuck the Spurs.

I don’t know why, but they have a deceitful, underhanded swagger to them. Made of a cast that includes a bitching, wide-eyed all-star, a dirty talentless ass of a defender and a French point-guard. Not to mention an Argentinian who would eat shit if a waiter carrying a large tray of food knocked elbows with him just to get a free meal. They have an understanding of the meaning of superiority and mastered the ability to take control of it. A swagger that filters into our minds as arrogant, egotistical bastards.

Sons of bitches.

So I stressed to all of you. If you do not have a “team” in this finals, root for Cleveland. I know. I know. It’s Cleveland. What’s that? Yea, I hate both teams too. Huh? Yes, I know the Eastern Conference sucks. Excuse me? Ha, yea. the team that’s paying Larry Hughes $15 million this year. Say again? Yea. Yea. Eric Snow’s team. CLEVELAND. Oh, Lebron’s team.
It makes me sick to my stomach to see San Antonio in another championship. But as long as they have Tim Duncan, they will continue to be regular contenders.

In the past decade, Duncan has been the most dominant player in the NBA. Virtually untouchable. In a era where championships thrive on low-posts dominance and defense, Duncan has shed good fortune on San Antonio for ten years. Not to mention three World Championships.

But it ends there. Because that is the only pure, true, palpable characteristic of the Spurs (except for Michael Finley).

Because the rest of the Spurs make me want to vomit. From Manu Ginobli to their trashy, filthy excuse for a fan base. And that Bruce Bowen fella.

Give me my gun. And hurry.

And do you want to know why my hatred for the Spurs burrows its own nest deep in my brain, only to swell up year after year? Because for the past nine years, it just always seems that the Spurs are “the best team.”

They are always that consistent team. That experienced team. Always playing at a comfortable pace. For them. Most depth. Most balanced.

It doesn’t always end up like that, but that’s the feeling they instill in our heads warranted by the composure the Spurs posses on the court. I guess that’s a compliment.

But I’ll tell you one thing. I hope that Lebron James embarrasses Bruce Bowen and the rest of that disgusting city. I noticed someone on a recent post of mine said Lebron whines. Lebron complains about calls, but not to a degree where it demeans him as a player. In my book, Duncan has reached that point, but it goes unnoticed because for some reason people sense a “good guy” in Tim Duncan. And while that might be true, that doesn’t change the fact his face looks like when he watched porn for the first time every time he disagrees with a call. All amazed and wide-eyed.

And for Bruce Bowen. I’ve hated that pile of dog shit for years. I’m not going to write to much about him because I think everyone has seen how filthy of a player Bowen can be. A couple years ago, fans were under the assumption Bowen was just another solid perimeter defender. Uneducated in regards to Bowen’s shotty style of play until some of his cheap shots were caught on national television during this years’ playoffs.

Man I would love to see the look on the faces of Spurs’ fans if Lebron just went off for 50 in Game 1, and San Antonio lost by fifteen. How great would that be?

Go Cavs.

Spurs suck.

Spurs in five

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