The Spurs Got Maliwhopped & Will (Likely) Return, Stronger and Better Because They Always Do

It’s fitting that my first post in more than seven months is a follow up to my last. Back then I wrote about how the Spurs opened up a can of three-day old Whoop-Ass on the choking-ass Warriors. My, what an NBA season it has been.

The Spurs were swept last night by an utterly dominant Golden State Warriors squad. The result was a mere formality, one all but assured when their franchise staple and dark horse MVP candidate, Kawhi Leonard, aggravated his ankle during the initial game of the Western Conference Finals. Despite dismantling the Warriors in two of their three regular-season match-ups — the first of which I already wrote about and another that doesn’t really count since both teams rested a bulk of the players that mattered — the Spurs possessed a small chance of unseating the reigning Western Conference champions. Even with their most important player healthy, the Spurs had very little margin for error and needed to execute their game-plan flawlessly in order to legitimately challenge the Warriors — a feat they accomplished for roughly 3 quarters before Leonard’s unfortunate demise.

The Warriors have been playing on another level, maybe even in another stratosphere, during the second half of the season. Despite Kevin Durant’s injury, Golden State has only lost once in more than two months. Following their destruction of the Spurs, Golden State now enters The Finals with an NBA record 12-game winning streak and a double-digit scoring differential. Though their starting center sidelined due to injury, and their other Splash brother struggling offensively from the field, the Warriors seem well equipped for their inevitable championship rematch against LeBron & Co.

But before we bury the Warriors in a metric shit-load of superlatives and explore the vast storylines of Warriors vs Cavaliers III, let’s take a moment to analyze the most intriguing narrative belonging this year’s Western Conference Finals losers. The 2017 NBA Playoffs have been absolute shit. The post-season has produced only a few competitive games in a sea of utter blowouts. And while most of us, both diehard fans and casual observers alike, have been eagerly anticipating yet another Finals rematch from the past two years — especially following Durant’s decision to head to Oakland — the pomp and circumstance leading up to it have been uninteresting. Given the lack of collective competitiveness we’ve witnessed, no team is likely to challenge to the existing power structure without landing a coveted free-agent this summer or the next. Well, no team except the Spurs.

The Spurs can’t be counted out simply because, at this point, their competitiveness is all but assured. They’ve been consistently formidable for nearly three decades. Their five championships — which would be six had it not been for a fortuitous rebound and a clutch corner 3-pointer — have spanned 20 years. The last time they missed the playoffs the United States hosted the Olympics. It’s a level of competitive consistency that few professional franchises, NBA or otherwise, have ever reached. What’s more impressive than San Antonio’s longevity are the methods they’ve used remain there. The Spurs have demonstrated a masterful ability to retain and retool talent without sacrificing wins. Greg Popovich’s genius exists in his ability to develop obscure players while also adapting his offensive system to fit whatever trend currently permeates the NBA. Many have been quick to dismiss the Spurs as being “boring” for as long as I can remember, but no one can deny the results of their unique brand of basketball. Plus, the fact that they’re a located in San Antonio, Texas, an unassuming, small-market city, makes their success even more compelling.

All of which makes this summer so intriguing. The Spurs ability to regenerate their roster will be tested like never been before. San Antonio’s free agent signings in recent years, most notably LaMarcus Aldridge and Pau Gasol, haven’t exactly panned out as well as they’ve hoped. Aldridge was expected to carry the torch that Tim Duncan once bore — a transition that was largely expected to mirror Duncan’s ascent when David Robinson departed for retirement. However, the big man has been inconsistent during his professional tenure in Texas. While he’s been complicit in playing second chair to Kawhi Leonard’s growing stardom, his game is still predicated on pick-and-roll schemes and long two-pointers — a shot that has increasingly become one of the least effective in today’s NBA. Moreover, he’s failed to increase his presence in the paint on either side of the ball. Couple that with Gasol’s age and untimely disappearing acts, and the ROI with respect to their contracts have been minimal.

Where the Spurs continue to be successful is building through the draft and anonymous free-agents. The storied careers of Tony Parker and Manu Ginobili are evidence enough. But the meteoric emergence of Kawhi Leonard, the utility of Danny Green, Patty Mills, and Jonathon Simmons, as well as the promise of Kyle Anderson and rookies Dejounte Murray and Bryn Forbes, serves as proof of the Spurs’ exceptional scouting and development. The most obvious questions surround both Parker and Ginobili, both of whom are in the twilight of their careers with the Frenchmen suffering a season-ending injury against the Rockets in the Conference Semis. While retirement seems likely, the return of these future Hall of Famers isn’t out of the question, if not for their effectiveness on the court, then their development off of it.

The decline of Parker and Ginobili creates opportunity for Mills and Simmons. Both players are suitable replacements for their aging counterparts, but they will be free agents this upcoming summer. Though the Spurs are likely to retain both of their services, they won’t come cheap. Jonathon Simmons has played his way into a lucrative multi-year contract after showing bursts of brilliance, especially considering he once paid $150 to audition for a D-League roster spot. Patty Mills has consistently grown his presence for a few years now. After showing flashes during last year’s defeat to the Thunder during the Western Conference Semifinals, Mills went on a tear during last year’s Olympic Games, notching an impressive 21.3 points per game. And despite his dismal showing against the Warriors in this year’s WCFs, Mills has shown a strong command of Pop’s offense while shooting 40% from beyond the arc off the bench this past season. Re-signing both players has to be a top priority for San Antonio’s front office.

Yet, in the event that they aren’t able to come to terms with both players, the Spurs still remain in enviable position. Third-year man Kyle Anderson, along with rookies Dejounte Murray and Bryn Forbes, have shown promise during their brief NBA careers. Once known for his sleuth like facilitating style — think of a younger, more nimble version of Boris Diaw — “Slo-Mo” Anderson erupted last July during summer league play. Anderson’s arsenal has yet to fully blossom when the games actually count, but there’s no denying the offensive talent that he possesses. As for the rooks, Murray filled in nicely during Parker’s regular-season injury spell, notching wins his first 7 games as a starter and Forbes is a 3-point specialist with Curry-like range.

It’s no accident that all three players racked up significant minutes during the Spurs’ final game of the season. And while their numbers left much to be desired, this trio of young players played with poise and looked increasingly comfortable on the big stage.

In an era dominated by super teams fabricated from free agency, the Spurs have remained competitive the old fashioned way: through scouting, drafting, and development. Whether they can continue defying odds remains to be seen. But as long as Popovich is on the sidelines and R.C. Buford is negotiating contracts, they seemed poised for deep playoff runs and more championships. And that’s worth applauding.

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Kevin, I Hope This Keeps You Up At Night

I was fully prepared to embrace an NBA Finals completely void of the Golden State Warriors. For as unlikely as it was, the greatest regular season team the NBA has ever seen was now in jeopardy of being reduced to nothing more than a few hilarious “Crying Jordan” memes. It was fitting that their disappointing fate would come at the hands of an underachieving foe that employs two of the game’s most dynamic stars. The consummate basketball team from Oakland (that features a pair of Al B. Sure golden boys – one of whom is the league’s first ever unanimous regular season MVP – and thrive on precision, timing and fun) were about to be aptly undone by a pair of wildly athletic, unpredictable, angry dudes, a Kiwi sporting an impressive mustache and a beautifully gifted, 7’0″ Congolese-Spaniard who hits 3 pointers as fluid as he blocks shots. Oh, the joys of juxtaposition.

With less than 6 minutes left in the 4th quarter of Saturday’s pivotal Game 6, the Thunder were poised to knock off everyone’s favorite sweethearts. After all, they were up by seven playing before a raucous home crowd at Chesapeake Arena. During their two previous trips to Oklahoma City, the Warriors were annihilated by a combined 51 points. They fell victim to consecutive losses for the first time since basketball became an actual sport and not just a casual hobby at the YMCA (or since last year’s NBA Finals against the Cleveland Cavaliers).

The stage was set. All Durant and Westbrook needed to do was be who’ve they’ve been over the past couple weeks and set in motion one of the best sports debates since the Patriots lost to the Giants. They only needed two Kendrick Lamar songs to guarantee travel arrangements to the ugly confines of Cleveland, Ohio. (I’m from Michigan. Thus, everything is ugly in Ohio.)

But then like a feel-good, melodramatic, Disney produced, cliche sports movie (probably starring Denzel Washington), the un(fucking)thinkable happened. After building charity houses with his vast amount of bricks, Klay decided that he wasn’t going to miss another three ever again. (He made 5 of his record 11 treys in the 4th.) Stephen Curry suddenly grew a pair of balls and not only joined his fellow Splash Brother in the rain-making business but also attacked the living shit out of the paint. Miraculously, Andre Iguodala emerged from the abyss (or wherever the fuck he was hiding), swatting anything vaguely directed towards the opposition’s basket.

Meanwhile, the Thunder – after exorcising the 4th quarter demons that haunted them during the regular season against the Spurs (this past season’s “other” super team who play identically to the Golden State Warriors) – decided to display the same 4th quarter meltdown that plagued them during the regular season.

Suddenly, Durant didn’t understand how to play fucking basketball. Westbrook, who committed a single turnover through the first 36 minutes, decided to willingly gift the ball to Golden State four times in the final 12 minutes.

The Thunder had every opportunity to free us from the agony of witnessing another annoying post-game presser featuring the misdeeds of Riley Curry. Wardell Sr. was all but ready to embrace his spoiled offspring.

Then poof!!! As fast you can say “a unicorn is shitting rainbows,” Steve Kerr’s heart palpitations subsided long enough for the Warriors to steal a game in the most gut-wrenching way possible. FUCK!!! Gotdamn you Kev and Russ. You had one job. ONE!!!! Uno motherfuckers!!!! May the “Crying Jordan” gods show you no mercy upon you. Let the bullshit conspiracy theories flow like fine wine!!!