A Personal Note as the Season Approaches
Up until yesterday, for very personal reasons I had mixed feelings about the beginning of this season. I’m currently in graduate school, studying journalism. That means I write all day and, when I get home, write some more. Then I start working on pieces for 48 Minutes of Hell.
The offseason’s tempered pace is manageable, but once the regular season arrives the nearly ceaseless flow of Spurs-related news makes it difficult to breathe and stop. I often found myself wondering how I would fulfill both commitments: I love both this blog and the Spurs deeply, but school comes first.
Yesterday was no different. I woke up, a little tired from having spent all day Sunday writing and reporting for the upcoming week’s classes. As I stumbled through the early part of my day, gnawing on bagels and combing through a Chicago-area company’s quarterly earnings report in search of unexpected figures, Media Day, with it’s pre-rehearsed answers and brilliantly lit photo sessions, was an afterthought at best.
And then I tuned into yesterday’s live feed. Nothing out-of-the-ordinary occurred: The Spurs are far too disciplined to drop the media bombs that afflict, say, the Warriors.
And yet as I watched Spurs, both old and new, smile and nod, I got excited. Not just excited. Ecstatic. The season is approaching. Do you realize that? The 2009-10 season. Richard Jefferson. DeJuan Blair. Manu Ginobili. Those are just a few of the guys who are gonna be dressed in silver and black with a ball in their hand, a hoop in either direction and glistening hardwood beneath their feet.
As these thoughts ran through my head, I began pacing around my apartment, hardly able to control myself. And suddenly I realized: I haven’t been bogged down by too much work. I’ve been uninspired by a lack of basketball.
I’m ready to fall in love with this team, and this league, all over again. October 28th can’t come soon enough.




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