Fuck the Spurs. They always take advantage when a playa is down – whether it was their original shortened season title, fouling Andre at the end of the half, or winning the last game before break when everyone’s tired. Stan Van didn’t blame our players, either.

This completes a brutal seven o’ clock time slot where the Heat also fell (sans Dwyane Wade) in addition to our Red Wings in Jimmy Howard’s first game back.

Fuck it. Nobody was at full strength.