With word swirling that Tim Duncan’s ankle injury might be slightly more serious than originally let on (via “sources” of NBA Today podcast host Ryen Russillo), the San Antonio Spurs’ back-up bigs were bullied and beaten down last night by the Grizzlies’ two-man in-the-paint combo of Marc Gasol and Zach Randolph. For the first team to win 50 games this year, it’s not time to panic — but with the sight of Mr. Manu Ginobili dropping to the Memphis floor Sunday, it’s ok if you happened to pee a little.
Manu was ok (or at least hopefully he is), but Pop was none too keen on the lack of a foul call as Ginobili and Gasol collided. And Pop had every right to be upset — getting double T-d, ejected and turning all the colors of the reading rainbow — Gasol literally man-handled Ginobili. As in Gasol was a man, handling Ginobili, a balding pre-pube compared to Marky-Marc’s ability to drive and drink beers (but not at the same time). Gasol, with his interior buddy Zebo Randolph, did the other man-handling in the Spurs’ paint, combining for 34 points, 19 rebounds, 7 assists, and 4 blocks. Is the problem here that our San Antonio Spurs lost an end-of-March game to a Grizz team still playing for something? No. Is the problem the way these past three losses have affirmed our collective theory about bigs two-through-five being either too small, or too soft? Absolutely.
The shining light through the murky waters is George Hill continuing to develop as a really solid off-guard with the ability to occasionally get crazy hot. Monday night, with 30 points on 9/12 shooting, he was crazy hot like pre-facial destruction Megan Fox (and she was really really crazy hot). Tony Parker didn’t shoot great but added another 20, and DaJuan Blair’s 20-23 minutes a game are always encouraging. Especially each time he exits in the 4th with both knees still attached to his body. To borrow a phrase from the world, at the end of the day, the Spurs are fine. Unless that day ends without a full-strength Duncan and a Bynum-Pau Gasol-Odom triumvirate on the other end of the floor. Let’s hope for the best.
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Written by Chris Aquillino
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