The Spurs were trying so hard. But LA rope-A-doped them, keeping pace enough to force overtime in an eventual loss.

The reffing was overwhelmingly one-sided. Joey Crawford, after all, is still alive. While the old geezer means well, it’s like watching your drunk grandpa be in charge. It’s a goddamn NBA playoff game, right? Doc picked up a quick early tech.

Nonetheless, we were only down five at halftime. It was minimal damage until they went on a bit of a 4th quarter run, but I really felt like we were playing well. They basically use these gay extravagant plays to force 3’s, and we found Tim Duncan with his luckiest game in ages.

They took it up to ten with six minutes left, then we hit our run. Five point game. Two point game. Tied. You won’t believe it, but we led 94-92 with ten seconds left.

Granted, that was mid-possession, and Blake Griffin picked the wrong time to turn it over. A fastbreak lay-up tied the game up. Overtime.

We ran out of time. There’s no way we’re losing in seven, Spurs.