I wish that I had something interesting or important to write after our boys (yes, those San Antonio Spurs — the team with the NBA’s best record) had just lost their fourth straight game. I don’t. This was not a statement game, or a trap game for the Spurs. It wasn’t a game that matters for seeding or playoff match-ups. Monday night’s game at home versus a hot Portland Trailblazers team meant almost nothing. Scratch that, it just meant nothing.
It’s never easy to win a game without four of your starters, and your three best players. And that’s what the Spurs tried to do Monday night — playing an impassioned and hard-fought game, with a B squad. A squad that didn’t include Mr. Tim Duncan (expected), Manu Ginobili (expected), Tony Parker (unexpected), and Antonio McDyess (very unexpected). Yes, there are sprains and contusions and (back)s — but no, there is not anything serious and there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. The Spurs have the top seed in the West nearly locked, and appear to be satisfied with that 1 seed and the 60 wins that will probably bring them there (Take a minute to let it sink in. 60 effing games. Feels great.)
There were certainly some tiny things to take away from this JV game. It’s good to see George Hill be featured and have enough confidence to put together a solid game. There are going to be times in these playoffs when Hill will have to lead that second unit, and it’s going to have to be the difference in the game. The more reps he gets as a replacement Alpha, the better suited he’ll be to just keep shooting if he gets the hot hand in Round 1. You also have to love Tiago’s development, seemingly a season’s worth in the last 10 days. I see a Hill-Splitter PnR of the future brewing, but don’t want to jinx it. Oops.
The only way to wrap up a meaningless game with a bunch of guys that may not get run come April is also the only way to describe Duncan’s face, EVERY time they cut to him in street clothes on the bench. In a word, bored. Just like me, Monday night, watching the Spurs. April can’t come soon enough.
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Written by Chris Aquillino
I answer phone calls for a major beverage company. It sucks.