Friday, May 13, 2016

Friday, May 13, 2016
After getting blown out 113-99 in the Western Conference Semi-Finals, it appears as though the NBA Honda--Tim Duncan--has played his final game. Timmy has failed to post a double digit outing in the scoring column for the first time in his playoff career. He was arguably a defensive player of the year candidate this regular season, and looked as though he had plenty of basketball left in him. It appears all these extra seasons of basketball have finally caught up to the Great Sedate.

I remember being 7 years old, lying in bed watching the Spurs go up against the Detroit Pistons in the 2005 NBA Finals. At that point, Timmy, Pop, Parker, and Ginobli had the NBA in a vice grip. Since Tim was drafted in 1997 with the 1st overall pick, the Spurs have never won less than 50 games. That’s nearly 20 years of top notch basketball under the superstar and his legendary coach.

It’s been a pleasure for everyone to watch someone so dominant seem so uninterested. In his prime, Tim would run the floor and protect the rim, sprint down to the other side and slam it all over any 7-footer the league had to offer, and proceed to look like he had just successfully backed into a handicapped parking space with a Silverado. It’s mind boggling. It’s natural. And it’s the most unique thing I’ve ever seen in sports. How can someone so dominant be so incredibly unemotional, yet remain genuine?

My chief priority for people is being genuine. Russell Wilson forcing a straight face after improvising into 30 yard runs seems hopelessly forced. Sam Dekker hitting a 3 and celebrating like OBJ also comes across as unnatural. All I ask of athletes is they remain true to who they actually are. Tim Duncan has been the same guy since Wake Forest. A personality that is boring and uninteresting, paired with a game that is mystifying and fundamentally the most glorious thing in all of sports. Thank you Timmy, I’ll miss our NBA Prius.

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