1. Sweating.
2. 12 month summers.
3. Sweating.
4. Spurs Losing.
I want to spend some time on that last one. My beloved Spurs. Being a Spurs fan in San Antonio is no more a choice than loving Mexican food or saying "howdy y'all" to strangers. You see what I mean? There are things that are innate. I was born wearing a David Robinson jersey. My bed-time stories were about George Gervin. Y'all, my blood is black and silver. Win or lose, I stand by my team.
See, the Spurs have the best win-loss record over the last 10 years in ALL OF SPORTS. Are you understanding that? From the NFL to the MLB to the NBA...my Spurs top the charts. With a stat like that you would think, what? At least 7 titles, right? Wrong. 4. Not that four is something to wrinkle your nose at. That's four championship rings. Four titles denied to Kobe Bryant. But, still...we lose the biggest games more often than we win them. That is heartbreaking. But then again...I'm conditioned to it.
Let's take this season. Going into game 3 of the Western Conference Finals, we were riding a 20 game win streak. Everyone who mattered in sports was picking the Spurs to win the championship. Rumors were flying about a "perfect" playoff run. But no. History repeated itself. We lost 4 in a row. My team, that was as close to perfection as it gets, got tired or too confident. The OKC Thunder learned their game and fought back, and just like in years past...the Spurs just ran out of steam. How do you go from perfect to preposterous is a matter of a week? We were SO close. But, we're always so close.
This is what it means to be a Spurs a fan. You pray and pray that this year, the big games are won. You pray and pray that this year, no one gets injured. We're conditioned to lose, but never lose hope that we'll win. Despite the Spurs' win-loss record, we are the perpetual under-dog. Just like San Antonio itself. The biggest little city in the world. I love my "little" city, and I love my under-dog team.
I'm proud to be a fan of a team that so embodies positive character and humility it's often easy to forget they're celebrities. I'm proud that you'll never hear Tim Duncan or Tony Parker brush off the blame on the team or the referees. Even if they had the worst record in the league, every home game would be sold out. It's how we are in San Antonio. Integrity is what matters. I don't care that I'm conditioned to losing, because I'd rather love the good guys than root for the bad guys. Win or Lose, y'all.
With that being said, I have to say I was impressed with the team mentality of the Thunder. They play excellent basketball, and are more level-headed and humble than most teams. (Aside, of course, from James Harden who is beyond the realm of annoying, not to mention he may have the ugliest shot I've ever witnessed.) I hope that they are able to bring home the championship. They too are an under-dog. A small market team with big-market talent. I can support that. Understand me clearly. I will NEVER be a fan of another team, but I can respect good basketball. I will only say this once, and it is only in effect for the rest of the playoffs, but....ThunderUp!
In other news, we're getting ready for our first out-of-town visitors! Berry's parents called today to announce that they were wanting to come visit for a few days, and we, of course, are so excited to see them. I love being hostess! :) If you made it down this far, thanks for reading my rant. :)
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