Duke of the NBA

I can't stand the Spurs. Yes, they're great. Yes, they're champions many times over. They are the Duke of the NBA. They straddle the line between physical and dirty so they're a little of both. What bothers me about this team is that all they do is whine and make faces when a call goes against them. I wish someone would slap the look of disbelief off Duncan's face every time he's whistled.

Go Suns! What a game last night! Steve Nash has tons of heart. He's gotten head-butted by Parker, cup-checked by Bowen, and now shivered by Horry. They still can't shake this man.

Now this Stoudemire/Diaw suspension possibility, it reminds me of the old WWF tag-team matches when the heels would take a cheap shot and the good tag team partner would enter the ring and the referee would grab the good guy while the heels beat the hell out of the good guy's partner. That might have made no sense, but it made sense to me and that's what really counts. Horry and the Spurs laid the ultimate cheap shot foul and Stoudemire takes a few steps from his seat and now he might get a seat for a game. I hope it doesn't happen. This is the best series to watch since the Warriors hit the ropes.

Anyway, Go Phoenix! Beat those hand-checking sons of bitches! Nash is the man. I saw Nash once, during the off-season of course, drinking mojitos with a bunch of friends, all average-type guys, on a summer afternoon at a off-the-beaten path type place. He's a down-to-earth, likable guy.