Derrick Rose is lost for the rest of the year. Obviously this is terrible. Obviously this destroys their chances. Obviously I don’t care as much as I would if it were Timmy Duncan.
That is the awesome thing about being in my 20s rather than my teens. Injuries to star players don’t feel like the catastrophic events that they used to. When Tim hurt his knee in 2000, and the Spurs attempted to defend the title with just D-Rob and spares, I actually felt like I had to defend my honor against accusations of flukeness. Like I was out there tossing up bricks. I’d listen to terrible late-night call in shows where I am addressed as “SPURS FAN”. As in, “Spurs Fan, you gotta get in here and defend yourselves. I mean, what was that god-awful performance?! You should be ashamed of yourself."
Remember the next few years? Oh hell. The Spurs put up all-time great seasons … and all time great collapses against the Lakers. More ego crushes. Except that we continued to put a squad out there. We kept competing. Eventually we won a championship but even that was slightly tainted by never going back-to-back. Like that matters.
Last season, when we all had the Spurs pencilled in as also-rans, they kept putting up wins and effort that I don’t know how to react to. Then they got stomped and I really felt like it was all over. There was no way they could put out a team around and aging Duncan and a fragile Manu, right? Who is gonna save us? Tony Parker??!
In my old Air Alamo season preview (where you can find all my early season posts under DELETE. LOL) I said we were going to end up going out in the playoffs to the Thunder in the second round after a decent-but-not-great year.
Shows that my predictions are spurious.