Notes From Las Vegas

It's late and I am still up. I am watching a re-run of the San Antonio - L.A. game that took place yesterday. I am also listening to some very good latin music. It's a good time. You know they say that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, well, my big indulgence on this particular trip has been to watch a lot of sports. It's been nice. Watching this particular game with the Spurs and the Lakers has gotten me a little bit excited. It's gotten me excited because I think we can beat these guys. As I sit here and watch, I keep waiting for all of the Spurs players to flip that magical switch on their minds and bodies that switches from we-don't-care-it's-only-the-regular-season mode to we-are-going-to-grind-this-out-and-domintate-because-it's-the-playoffs mode, but it isn't happening. Instead, I am seeing a team that is unravelling with each passing second. Granted, Ginoboli isn't playing in this game and that means a lot, but still, they aren't looking invincible. Duncan rarely takes over games anymore. I know he can, but it just doesn't seem like it happens that often. Parker can, but again, he seems stoppable as well. Ginoboli scares me more than all of them because he can go off. I was pleased that the Jazz last time were able to frustrate him. I guess the close we get to the playoffs the more I am adapting D-Will's attitude of, "Hey, if we are going to win this thing, we want to play the toughest teams." I think this year we may see a passing of the torch. We definitely have the talent. It's going to come down to sheer will. Anyway, before I get ahead of myself, let's get out and kick some Spur butt tomorrow. I know we can.