Son, this is going to be a weird San Antonio Spurs season for me. For the first time in seven years, I can actually watch NBA games live. It means no more avoiding social media so I don’t accidentally see a late 4th quarter score or catch a fuzzy pixilated replay of the best darn block in NBA history instead of experiencing greatness as it happened. It means no more long nights shuttling you to and from basketball practice in the dark. No more listening to your grandmother loudly offer her years of vast indisputable refereeing experience from the sideline.
Thoughts on the Spurs new season ... from the bleachers
