I'm constructing this blog around 1:13pm Thursday. Game 7 is tonight. I have no idea what's going to happen. I'm making my maiden voyage on 1560 The Game in Houston today and you can be assured they're going to ask me what I see going down tonight in Miami. I'll be honest with them. I have no clue. It's such a helpless feeling to have invested all this time and passion, knowing that I have absolutely nothing to do with controlling the outcome. That's one of the uglies of sports I suppose. You get so enthralled with a team, read everything you can get your eyes on, literally shed tears of joy and sadness with "My team"... they don't know me and I don't know them.
Amongst the little bit I do know about the San Antonio Spurs is they are far and away the most headstrong group of ball players I've ever been around, covered or cared about. The 1992 Dallas Cowboys just overwhelmed people with talent. They got down 21-0 in the 94 NFC Championship game in San Francisco and damn near came back and won. But that team wasn't as mentally rock solid as these 2013 Spurs. They may not win tonight but I'd bet my crooked right testicle that they give the Heat all they can handle. Game 6 will not carry over into Game 7. If Miami's going to win this thing they're going to have to play their best basketball. Ever.