The New Racism
[NOTE: Read Shoals BELOW!!! He is the entire left hemisphere. I am the pons medulla.]
Ok, I finally caved to the anonymous commentors, the non-anonymous commentors, and my own sense of self-doubt: I'm issuing somewhat of a response as to what we here at FD stand for. Which is, in short, many things. I know I haven't been posting much lately , but I did emit this small nugget of praise in a post a couple weeks ago:
I kind of like the Spurs this year. That's all. They seem moodier, in a machismo way or something.
So, I want to have it both ways. First of all, I want to say that we've been hating on the Spurs for years, way before it was trendy (get at us, Paul Shirley). We recognized and have documented every instance of hateful action by San Antonio, including posting this wordless jeremiad when they acquired Finley a couple of years ago. The second point I want to make--in direct opposition to the first--is that we here at FD don't share a uniform view on the Spurs (and even have a certified Devil's Advocate, Brickowski, still on staff), and this year, I have some serious LIKE for the Spurs.
I still hate Ginobili, Parker, and Bowen...think Popovich is a smug b!tch...think the Amare/Diaw suspension was the worst thing to happen to the NBA since Jordan joined the Wizards...and hope the Spurs lose every single time they play. HOWEVER, let's get some perspective here:
--Can we really hate on Tim Duncan at this point? Sure, when his bank shot was methodical and his putbacks were the result of Parker/Ginobili's quickness & craziness drawing shotblockers away from boxing him out. But this whole Kurt Thomas situation has shed some real light on Duncan's game. Dude (Duncan) is making shots with KT draped all over him, really getting him (Duncan) out of his comfort zone, to the point where Duncan has become more serpentine, less cardboard box-house in his movement. Additionally, and as will be discussed in depth in the forthcoming Freedarko book, WINNING IS STYLE. Duncan wins.
--The Spurs have a bunch of players that are not only hard to hate on, but are old favorites. Michael Finley is real Chicago, plus the Most Grizzled UnGrizzled. Before the playoffs, I could have sworn he was dead, but what he has done in the postseason is delivered those "fuck you" shots that the Spurs were never really capable of doing (ok, fine, Bowen got one of those in the other night). Jackie Butler is criminally underrated as a key tough guy, who could probably be a "missing piece to a championship" for a team like the Rockets or maybe even the Mavericks. Melvin Ely is the center that every other team thought they were "too good for." In his heart of heart of hearts, he knows he's a Bobcat 4 LYFE and his pudginess gives him an endearing quality.
PLUS: DID EVERYBODY FORGET THAT THE SPURS HAVE JAMES WHITE?!!!
And screw it, let's talk about Robert Horry. Robert Horry ruined my life and probably yours as well. Those post-hipcheck quotes probably infuriated all of us to a certain degree, as they twisted the dagger in the wound that already was Amare/Diaw's suspension. The way he laughed the whole thing off and called St. Nash a "flopper" was totally crass. However, you had to love the assholishness of him saying that he was an "old school guy," and back in his day the shove would not have been any big deal. This is EXACTLY what the Spurs have been missing. Their most hated quality is that they try to pretend they're not assholes when they actually are (Bowen, Popovich). Horry is too old for that. He's been in the trenches. Horry IS the Straight Talk Express.***
So tonight I'll be cheering for the Suns and with full knowledge that if the Spurs win, Evil still rules and the Cicada plague celebrates their reign. Yet I will also try to understand the complexity of this evil, realizing that there are many sides to a octagonally spiked mace.
***to take the McCain/Horry analogy one step further, dude is on the darkside but kind of knows what the fuck is up.