Last Tuesday night you sent my nine-year-old little boy, Colman, to bed sobbing. SOBBING! He was absolutely and completely shattered over the conclusion of game six. The only way I was able to finally calm him down over that disastrous loss was to tell him that it was only game six and you guys had a chance to make it right and WIN on Thursday’s game seven. So that’s exactly what I expect you to do. Because, so help me, if you send my little guy into some sort of crying jag tonight, you’re going to have a problem. Specifically, me. Don’t make me a liar.
I don’t want to pressurize you guys any more than you probably already are, but I just wanted you to know that Colman will be cheering his favorites, Manu Ginobili, Tim Duncan, Tony Parker, Tiago Splitter, Danny Green, Nando de Colo, Red Rocket, The Coyote and anybody else wearing a Spurs jersey. He will be jumping on and off the sofa, frantically waving his arms and screaming at the television set, encouraging each and every one of you every step of the way tonight. He will see fouls in your favor, even when there were none. And as his father questions the decisions of Coach Pop in regards to lineups and resting players during a particular point in the game, Colman will defend Coach Pop and say, “He knows what he’s doing, Dad!”
So I hope that you guys can just blow Miami out and completely and utterly obliterate them, so that I don’t have to deal with all of the stress fall-out that accompanies one of your “close” games. But if it turns out to be a nail-biter, and you guys are so exhausted you can barely see straight because you barely got any rest, DIG DEEP, take a deep breath and remember that you have a nine-year-old little boy smack dab in the middle of San Antonio screaming at the top of his lungs, “EAT MY SHORTS, LEBRON JAMES!” and all manner of obscenities that only a nine-year-old can hurl.
(Actually, he can hurl insults like an adult, but his daddy would wash his mouth out with soap. It’s happened.)
Heather M. Collins – Mommy to Colman (One of your biggest fans.)
Tell Colman that the reason we love our Spurs so much is because of who they are. The people they are. Tell him that while unlikely, sometimes things don’t go our way. But to remember, even if things look bad and everyone else says it can’t be done, the Spurs have taught us that if you fight hard, try your best, and never give up, you are a champion. That’s why Tony, Tim, and Manu are already champions. In the mean time, they’re going to make Lebron James eat their shorts!
Hmm. Sounds like Randy and Colman have a lot in common.
I can’t focus on work much today (although I am trying)…but Pat says it best…”we will make Lebron eat his shorts” or something close. I hope my TV survives game 7
I’m with you, Heather! Delores
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