Well, and well.....what to say.......epic.....the multi-narratives, layer and layers of story.....First, we have----what some might deem an overwritten title [though it happened, of course, we did rise from the depth of that tragedy, yes, it was a tragic loss, almost-Shakespearean in dramatic worth, uncontrived, real pain, real suffering, it still cuts to the core, to see and hear Timmy, after that loss---devastating to them, the loss---devastating, to us, their suffering, which became ours]. THEN, the video really rises...why? Because show me, dont tell me comes into play, and play, after play, after play, whether Mozartian or Herculean, one must inhale in deep, proud, beautiful, life-giving breaths, ingesting the experience more beautiful than our eyes, though prepared, and somehow-knowing, yet, still unprepared to comprehend, what was about to arrive in its wild fullness, unfolding before our very own, long-awaiting eyes. To San Antonio: you showed the world how beautiful this game is, Adam Silver, empowered with sincerity, raw truth, and a great like and pride for what just went down, This is what The NBA is about,----the best----the most beautiful ball [not only who the last one left standing is, but----the most beautiful Nureyev-esque ballet-ball, a stunning experience. Both teams are featured with their best, again, most beautiful shots. Then the storyline deepens, never before, at least for me, and I know, for many, has this been more applicable, The thrill of Victory, and the agony---of defeat, even haters, as there are the expected share in any sport, can feel LeBrons heavy shoulders on the bench, his inability to raise his eyes, to hide his face behind hands, not unlike our last years darkness [though I feel San Antonios darkness, more pronounced, during last years thriller, and the trophy rolling in reverse at 28.2 left. Merely typing this, still breaks me, the way, at the beginning of this video montage and sequence, Timmys brokenness, itself, breaks us. Sigh, Even though we won in a near-no-context, when juxtaposed to last years high-octane contest, They took everything Ive got. I aint got nothin left, Dwayne Wade said as he raised his 2013 trophy. He was not incorrect. Last years comment by him, was the beginning of this 2014 season story, so last year, did not serve, only, as an unraised trophy for us, but as a stirring, an uncontrollable desire, a sustained and superior fire [thought we have always entered a Finals with such fire, this years, truly, was raised, empowered, elevated, by the reversal of last years crown, receding in that dark light. And what did that create, an unprecedented offensive display by our Spurs, for the ages, and through the ages, the most beautiful offensive avalanche, and in almost-metronomic rhythms. So much, so much, so much, the sweetest one of all, Parker powerfully stated, and our Kawhi, deep, emotional, at once disbelieving and believing, raising his new, wild voice, and gaze, to the sky. But we knew, as Tim did, in Game Six, against OKC, as he flung a fiery arm in one loving and firm headlock, gaze still burning, then relieved, around Manus head, that moment, of knowing, were here, This time, well do it, Timmy warned, because he knew, then, we were here-----for this. https://youtube/watch?v=STEiP16T42k
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 09:49:16 +0000
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