Sunday, March 25, 2007

det at sa, our crazy running diary

/mar 23, 9:00am/
i'm going all out for my first ever running diary of this year's final
(regular season) game between the old foes - spurs and pistons.
my buddies came home to our town and tonight, we're going to watch
det-sa showdown and having a grand time.
i will offer you an ongoing diary of our evening/night.
we're all college guys, so we have food & drinks (i can't write
"alcohol", cause my mummy will read this) & lcd & sofas & laptop &
even lubricant prepared... well, everything is ready and set for
today's broadcast and our meeting after the first month of semester.
we have a consummate sports fan den under valdes' house, called
SPURROOM, where everything is silver and black and they say it smells
like a coyote's den.
(note: in our central europe time zone is 7 hours more than in san
antonio, texas.)

so, let's go...
08:00 - 09:00pm
i just arrived at valdes' house and his father welcomed me: *are you
guys going to watch that stupid basketball again?*
*yeah, of course, we expect a great time,* i responded.
*i'm gonna watch my wife naked in the bed,* he said, *and i expect a
not so great time.*
valdes is my best buddy from the bafs and we're talking hoops a little.
then we watched 'nba action' and noted these things:
.avery johnson green tie
.jason terry in the pool
.jet's little daughter - very cute
.ty thomas' dunk vs. celts (bulls wearing green (!) unis)
we are kind of mavericks fans.
after the magazine, galaxie-sport threw that ad about 'tullamore dew',
irish whiskey, and it led to this question by valdes: *do you want a
glass of scotch?*
whoops, it's the first 30 mins of our diary and irish and scotch
whiskies were mentioned.
09:00 - 10:00
we got this sms from coco: *i'm there in 5 mins.*
george with pieter and enrico came, with no alcohol in their
bodies/head, although we had no tool to check it.
oh, i forgot to tell you about SPURROOM's entry door which has got a
inscription 'no girls'.
(you gotta translate it as 'no girls under 17 and no girls over 32'.)
we watched a shortened video of kobe's 60 against memphis and
enrico: *how many pts will mamba score tonight?*
me: *82?*
george: *about 30, cause to score more is mathematically impossible
after his 65-50-60 explosion.*
pieter: *mathematically? you moron, why then chamberlain scored 7 times
in a row more than 50?!*
george: *holy cow, he played 150 yrs ago.*
pieter: *i don't care. i'm just saying 55.*
enrico: *56.*
valdes: *he will kill 'em with 100.*
11:00 - 12:00
i had a quick one-hour nap.
this happened:
-two hours gone and coco is nowhere to be found.
call it a classic.
-pieter drank two bottles of beer up.
call it a classic, again.
-enrico had a call with his girlfriend, who accused him of having a
time with "stupid, abnormal, drunkish boys" instead of her.
and we are together like on friday only maybe 10 times per year...
gosh, and after a marriage, there's no way to follow sports game in the
that's how it's bad, actually.
-marco is here!
i knew he's reliable.
-guys were watching some youtube clips (basketball section).
one girls-vs-boys link: (shower time - women versus
12:00 - 01:00am
i got up, fresh and ready for basketball night.
coco arrived, 12:12am!
here's his explanation: *sorry guys, my plane was delayed.*
my translation for you: he's been at some bar, since 8pm to 10pm,
after that he's been at home with some girl (his best and effective
ploy is "you have the most beautiful eyes i've ever seen") and done
after seven minutes, then he's been sleeping two hours.
marco's translation: he's been at 'michigan' bar, since 8pm to 12:05am,
and 7 beer mugs have been drained.
we can't wait for the spurs-pistons game.
valdes speaks about shaq's "jordan-esque" move, i'm nervous like hell,
this is a critical time for me, 30 or so mins to the game.
pieter talks about his recent windmill dunk (coco: *wow, that happened
in 1982.*), marco with enrico are eating pizza.
george (with coke in his right hand): *why galaxie-sport removed that
sprite ad before the nba games? i'm sad. shit.*
da truth, baby.
01:00 - 01:10
it's 1:01am and we ready in the SPURROOM.
me with valdes on the right sofa, george, pieter & coco in the middle
one and enrico with marco on the left.
george: *shouldn't it be more louder? i don't wanna hear valdes'
coco: *chauncey is ok?*
me: *yep.*
coco: *me, too.*
marco: *how many times will coco pee during the game? 8?*
coco: *you shut up. zero.*
enrico: *damn right.*
galaxie-sport just kicks of its coverage and petr janouch's voice is
greeting all the fans in czecho-slovakia.
lineups: sa, parker, barry, bowen, duncan, elson; det, billups,
hamilton, prince, wallace, webber.
hmm, detroit will fire on all cylinders, hopefully the spurs too.
enrico: *pop should start manu. he drives me mad with that.*
well the game is about to begin, at&t center is set to cheer.
01:10 - 01:25
francisco elson's jumper, yeah! - timmy duncan in the paint, yeah. -
brent barry threeee... yes!! 7:0.
i think valdes' parents heard our roar.
brent again hits 3, this time a fully desperation one. 10:2. -
tony parker nets his floater. - then is blocked by rasheed wallace. -
elson, coast to coast (me: *what this man is doin'?!*), parker finds
him, jumper and two points.
george: *this wdfn, pistons flagship station, sucks. they're showing
only detroit players.*
bruce bowen hits trey! 17:6. - robert horry blocks tayshaun prince. -
broken field, barry's layup, 19:7, what a start!
across the board: rebounds 12:2.
parker hits his midjumper, 21:10.
coco: *we can't lose today.*
marco is trying to convince us to switch to the 'spice' channel.
no way.
01:25 - 01:40
i love this man antonio mcdyess.
he should wear san antonio's jersey.
parker to the basket... yes + foul - parker's 360° turn, HOOORAYY!
25:12. - manu ginobili is finally on the floor. - parker "amongst the
towers", 27:14. - sheed got his 7777th technical. - manu, free throw,
pieter: *who's more pretty, me or tp9?*
marco: *eva longoria.*
pieter *eva what?!!*
01:40 - 01:55
michael finley's high jumper, he got it and a foul. - matt bonner is
our fave hustling player, he just snatched an offenisve rebound and
then stole the ball in the paint. - mike fin shoots, hits the target,
32:26. - td + tp, each converts only one ft, it's getting tense. -
duncan, two'n'foul, but clangs his ft. - tony is unstoppable on his
drive again.
our exchange in the SPURROOM...
me: *wait, kobe's playing tonight... so who turned the laptop off?*
marco: *why you're looking in my direction?*
coco: *i'm sure it's broken.*
pieter: *battery is low.*
valdes: *who bought that crap?*
enrico: *some guy named valdes.*
george: *stop talking, you're bringing bad karma on the spurs.
especially manu is not in his skin.*
01:55 - 02:03
tp again, yes. - fin's ft after coach saunders' tech. - fuck! sheed
nails three off the backboard. - tim's putback, 43:43. - tony's
putback, what a battle!
the spurs fans in the arena are cheering "DEE-FENSE, DEE-FENSE".
but the score is 45:47, pistons.
man, i love this games with detroit pistons.
it's the best rivalry for me, even better than versus mavs.
top 5 drawer list for me, when the spurs play them:
1. detroit
2. dallas
3. los angeles lakers
4. phoenix
5. miami
02:03 - 02:18
it's break time and time for drinks, food and more.
the guys break out the x-th bottle of beer... terrific.
when i watch night games alone, the half-time break is a big issue for
me, my body wants to sleep and my brain battles it.
fortunately, i never slept through the second half of any nba game.
fortunately, i have the guys around right now.
they're crying, screaming and shouting... this is like a sleep-guard...
and free of charge.
i'll tell you, NOTHING's better than to watch your favorite sport with
a bunch of buddies.
try it... at worst your neighbors will kill you.
02:18 - 02:33
the 2nd portion begins, dave 'big red' cowens (pistons assistant)
about tp: *he's awfully quick.*
td's one-hander, yes. - barry, threeee! (he's 3-3 from the 3-land). -
bowen's DRIVE + foul (2+0) makes a 7:0 run by spurs.
you know what?
how many times did bb penetrate to the rack during his long pro career?
6 or 7?
i just realized my "mantra": the team that leads in the halftime
of big game, esp playoffs game, never wins.
you watch.
horry block mcdyess. - barry hits 2 ft. - tp and his circus shot +
billups foul (2+1) brought at&t center on its feet and enrico just
spilled his coke.
we love rob horry - i know this is his last season, but did you see it?
big shot rob rebounded, went to the corner behind the three point line
and nailed his magical three.
you gotta love this stuff.
manu passes nicely on brent who's under the basket but no points.
(our poll: horry's play is the play of the game.)
02:33 - 02:48
galaxie-sport is showing us some facts:
spurs "o" >>> 97,77 (15th place in the league)
spurs "d" >>> 89,49 (1st)
barry's shot (3-pointer) from the middle (63:55). - duncan one-on-one,
good. - manu (in his pass-mode) LOBBED THE BALL on elson and he
finished it off!!! 67:57.
this is the play of the game (pieter saying: *rob was better.*).
oh my god, we just saw the pistons fans poll: "who should play detroit
in the nba finals?", the results - 47% dallas, 20% sa, 20% houston,
13% phoenix.
you see, detroit fans don't like up tempo offense much.
parker shoots long two-pointer, count it. - elson's 1 ft.
i just think about bill simmons' whitewash, take every spur on the
roster step-by-step... and immediately, coco asks: *what about spurs
unleashing beno udrih, gino, bones (barry), red rocket (bonner) and
fabio oberto? i'm thrilled.*
marco: *this has to be banned by stern.*
02:48 - 03:03
carlos delfino is out there.
this guy should get an award 'the most laid-back non-american in the
world', presented by united nations.
argentina match-up, gino vs. delfino.
i'm sorry i can't give you any trash talk... i don't speak spanish.
wait... my sister does.
i'll call her.
bonner hits corner three and it's 75:68. - mcdyess is a killer from
"j", 2 pts.
the refs are giving us the first plate of b.s.
george screaming: *you bullshitters, don't toot these bullshits!*
coco: *chill out man... you know, that brings bad karma.*
me: *gregg pop is heating up, tech is about to happen.*
03:03 - 03:18
td's jumpshot, yes! 77:72. - tim 1+1 (ft!). - ginobili, threeeee...
82:74, spurs music is BLARING.
this leads me to 2005 championship memories.
wonderful, i've got deja vu gratis.
valdes' laptop is working, and kobe has 44 (george's theory is dead).
td 1 ft. - td, handoff to manu and his patented left-handed finger roll,
85:76. - ginobili rebounds in the traffic! - bowen's quieting tim and
tony down after tp's "foul" on cb1, refs' nonsenses continue.
this happens once in a life: manu throws lob on tony from one
side (left) of the floor to the second (right) and it lands out of
have in mind it's last minute of close game... manu's face tells it
all, but you had to see gregg popovich what-da-hell face -
like *wait, i know tony is capable of this, BUT manu?!! they'll fire me
after the 1st round of the playoffs.*
i can't write what guys in the SPURROOM said on that... really this is
billups drained his big shot, almost a trey, it's 85:82, 50 secs to go.
valdes yells: *KOBE'S GOT FIFTY!*
i bet that someone (a math genius) will create a website before
bryant's next game - to find a formula, how many pts will score.
and it won't be george.
my tip is 55, but i'm amateur in gambling.
03:18 - 03:30
shit, fantastic block by mcdyess on parker, 18.3 to go, chauncey
launches a trey, wants a foul (knowing that refs are horrible), but
good god thanks - no whistle, but mcdyess (he's everywhere) catches
this short shot under the basket and lays it up! 85:84.
enrico: *FUCK OFF!*
we're down in the SPURROOM.
peaceful manu and 2 ft... 87:84...
across the board: 3-pointers 8-16 (sa), 1-12 (det).
b.s. of the game: bruce guards rip, rip falls down to the floor and
drops the ball, bruce catches the ball and have a chance for a
breakaway layup and the refs whistled a foul on him WHEN he caught the
indeed, three blind mice suck big time.
holy angel, god exists, rip's choke act - 0-2 ft (sheed's "ball don't
lie"), the 2nd is pulled down by big fundamental, 10.4 to go.
td 1 ft good, finley's waving his hands at the bench, 2nd ft... no good,
88:84, 8.3 to go.
billups calls a timeout... (we're cheering and SPURROOM will explode, i
suppose) then hits a jumper, 88:86.
pieter yells: *bring some nooooise!*
fin inbounds... call a t.o. (4.4 to go)... 'we will rock you' sound is
fin inbounds... gino runs for the ball, foul by c-delfino.
thrill of the night: (3.5 to go) manu hits both freebies and victory is
(they're showing a sad c-webb's face on the screen.)
me: *i knew it, i knew it, my theory is working guys, we won!*
coco: *hooray for more beeeer.*
george: *bring the dallas wavericks!*
pieter: *holy shit, i love when spurs play pistons, it's
marco: *it is true that i'm drunk and done for today, without no
sexual experience, but we won the game!*
valdes: *i'm lookin' forward to the playoffs time and petr janouch has
been great tonight, too.*
never mind that prince nailed a buzzer-beater three, making it 90:89.
03:30 - 04:00
we are laughing and having a beautiful time, joking, high-fiving and
all that stuff that happens when your team wins.
nba upset special today: denver at toronto 94:121, miami at indiana
70:95 (later - jazz at clippers 72:104).
we're switching off our tv and laptop too.
we know it's time to wrap up the day and to sleep a little because
on saturday we have a big binge planned.
said enrico: *i wanna see JUST women today evening, seriously.
hey blogger, i hope you won't stick it to your blog.*
hey enrico, here you have it.
coco's (6 beers in the SPURROOM and 4 trips to pee-throw-line) body is
movable like a table, so we're carrying him to valdes' car (he didn't
drink alco).
pieter & george are leaving home on foot (pieter: *see you soon, hey
coco, one more amstel and you're done for 5 days.*).
valdes is going to take coco and marco home by car.
04:00 - 04:15
i am on the way home too, happy and tired, so here's my final tally:
one great game.
one great night.
my buddies satisfied.
noone offended, embarrassed or arrested.
no injuries for spurs.
no bittersweet symphony.
watching basketball is like healing for me.
and the bottom line is... WE WON.
thumbs up, mr. james naismith.
i'm sleeping like a baby.

p.s.: la clippers coach mike dunleavy reportedly had become so
anti-maggette that he joined a fantasy league in order to trade him.
(-randy hill)
p.s.2: *any time a team can shoot 53 percent for a game,* bruce bowen
said, *that's nonexistent defense.*
p.s.3: *tim duncan said, "man, two or three years from now this could
be something if they all stay together," celtics coach doc rivers
said after the sa-at-bos game.*
p.s.4: greg oden said that david robinson is the one nba player he has
always respected the most.
oden said what san antonio knows, that robinson is a "good person" and
he thinks his style of play "most resembles" robinson. (-buck harvey)

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