It burns a little, this one. Yeah. To blow that lead. Against this opponent, in their building. It burns. No two ways about it. I’d love to breeze through this and move on to the next, but goodness. We’re probably going to have to sit with it for a minute. Because that was about as bad as it gets. At some point, you can’t keep waving this stuff away. We’re far enough into the season now that a team’s identity starts to take shape, and the uncomfortable truth with this group is that inconsistency is still the defining trait. It’s not a simple problem, and there are plenty of reasons to stay encouraged. But it’s hard to ignore how often effort, focus, and execution fail to show up together for long stretches. The Spurs have now lost twelve games this season in which they held a double digit lead. Twelve. That’s 80% of their losses (including the NBA Cup Finals that doesn’t actually count). I know the modern NBA has warped our sense of what actually constitutes a “safe lead,” and that a ten-point cushion can disappear in the blink of an eye, but twelve losses like that starts to feel endemic of a bigger problem. It feels like a team that lacks discipline. One that relies on raw talent to bludgeon its way through games instead of smart players executing a plan to efficiently put opponents away. It’s not sustainable. It might allow them to stumble their way through to a perfectly fine regular season and a fun playoff berth for the first time in a while, but it’s a recipe for a quick and likely embarrassing exit. I think that’s why it scares me. (Well, scared is the wrong word. The Spurs are fine. They’re ahead of schedule by almost every metric, and I don’t want to minimize that. We’re all having a blast watching this team exceed expectations and punch above their weight. It’s fun. We’re having fun, I swear. We shouldn’t lose sight of that. Anyway, back to losing sight of it.) I’m scared of what’s going to happen to this team in the playoffs. We can all feel that coming, right? The Spurs will likely continue to have their ups and downs, but as the season draws to a close and the cream rises to the top, the schedule will be full of way more games like the one Monday night against the Jazz. They’ll play hard against inferior opponents, stumble over their feet, and ultimately pull out more wins than losses. We’ll have fun. We’ll watch the boys bang that silly drum in the middle of the court, and we’ll cheer and dream about what’s to come. They’ll be a high seed, probably two, three, or four. There will be expectations. Words like “dark horse” and “contender” are going to get thrown around. The noise is going to get loud and the lights are going to get bright. That first round is going to be here before we know it, and it’s going to be a team like Houston or Minnesota or maybe even Denver with a fresh and rested Nikola Jokic. It’s going to be a team that’s hungry. One that’s been living in the playoffs recently and knows exactly what those battles feel like and what they require. They’re going to see a team like the Spurs swanning into the playoffs riding a wave of goodwill after their first decent season in forever, and they are going to be ready to hunt. The little things the Spurs keep getting wrong in these games, the inefficient scoring from their star players, the three point volatility, and the deer in the headlights fourth quarters are all going to get exposed on the biggest stages. The tendency they have to get physically pushed around is going to be a problem. That thing where they just stop trying to secure defensive rebounds for long stretches? That’s going to rear its head every single night. This team is not going to be able to press the “talent” button and just hope it works out. I’m not saying this is a problem that can’t be fixed. It can. That’s actually the whole point. This roster is young, the core is absurdly talented, and there’s still time for some of these hard lessons to turn into habits. But what I am saying is that it’s a problem that needs to be fixed soon. Because inconsistency has been the defining trait of this season so far, and it’s a label that’s about to become permanent. This loss is whatever. It stings, and it’s a bummer, but we’ll get over it. The loss isn’t the thing. The “how” is. The Spurs are riding a very thin line between having a fun, feel good season and crashing headfirst into a very abrupt ending. Talent will only carry you so far, and frankly, it already has. At some point though, talent stops being enough. The Spurs are getting close to that point now. More thoughts on the Houston loss Genuinely, what happened to the well balanced offense we saw Monday night? Against the Jazz, everything felt intentional. The Spurs played inside out, put pressure on the rim, and let the three point shooting be a complement rather than the whole meal. Victor Wembanyama was the hub, not the bailout. The ball moved with purpose, cutters were rewarded, and the offense felt balanced and sustainable. Then last night, the structure was still there on paper, but the balance was gone. The Spurs leaned hard into “chuck it from three” mode early and never really adjusted once that stopped working. Watching them brick three after three down the stretch in the fourth felt like watching my three year old struggle to pull open a door that was very clearly marked Push. I understand that part of the problem is simply that the Rockets are a better team than the Jazz. Houston can physically defend Victor Wembanyama in a way that disrupts the easy flow of the offense, force jumpers, keep guys away from the rim, and do stuff like deciding, very consciously, that Julian Freakin’ Champagnie is not going to beat them. And then they actually execute that plan. Inherently, I know all of this. That doesn’t make it any less frustrating. Teams keep doing this to the Spurs, and at some point they need to have a plan for when it happens. That’s how sports works. Teams adjust and then you adjust. Adjust and adjust. Attack and counterattack. What am I missing here? Just putting it out there that watching Reed Sheppard come alive down the stretch while all of our dudes were wilting on the vine was an extra special cherry on this particular Sundae of Sadness. I don’t know anything about this kid on a personal level, so take this with a grain of salt, but at least in a basketball sense, I do not like him. Not one bit. If I were to theoretically be sitting alone in a dark room writing the names of my enemies down in a notebook, then he would be getting a prime spot. Theoretically. You ever think about the alternate universe where the Spurs traded for Kevin Durant last summer? I don’t. I mean, sometimes I do. Like, what if Kevin Durant were sitting there in the Harrison Barnes spot instead of Harrison Barnes? Naw. That…No. Crazy. What’s done is done. Post Game Press Conference – Yesterday, you implored Victor Wembanyama to not get hurt during the All-Star Game. He then went on to say that he wants “to push the great players of this sport to play in the All-Star Game just as hard as I will. We’ll see how it goes, but if they don’t play hard, I’ll do it without them.” Any response? – He’s such a good kid. Truly. We should applaud this spirit and commend him for, you know, holding himself to this kind of standard. – But….. – But this is stupid. Vic, don’t do this. Don’t. No one cares. You can’t make them care by playing just a little bit harder. Not to be overly cynical, but that’s simply not how the world works anymore. I cannot stress to you enough how little I care about the All-Star Game mattering. It’s a relic from a time when there was less stuff going on. People were locked into the 1992 All-Star Game because they didn’t have any episodes of Heated Rivalry to watch. – You don’t think this is a good sign of his competitive mindset? Of his desire to raise the overall effort level of the sport? – Unfortunately, I think this might actually be a sign that he’s a huge nerd. Respectfully. – A huge nerd? – Yeah. One of the hugest, tallest nerds we’ve ever seen. Breathtaking, really. – Well I think most fans seem to like that he feels this way. – If Victor Wembanyama strains his calf trying to block a Scottie Barnes layup during a game that does not matter, in front of a television audience of five people, I am going to sell all my belongings and go live with chimpanzees in the forest like Jane Goodall. – You should maybe do that anyway. – Look, it’s not an idle threat. ...read more read less