By Charlie Thaddeus | Pounding The Rock (PtR), 2025-04-10 01:26:40
由生成式人工智能翻译，译文内容可能不准确或不完整，以原文为准。
有一道光芒，永不熄灭
我知道一切都结束了。我能感觉到泥土正覆盖我的头顶。
所以，你想从这场比赛中得到什么？你真的想从这场比赛中学到什么吗？你真的熬夜看了这场比赛吗？你是个变态吗？
伊维察·祖巴茨拿下两双，轻轻松松地战胜了所剩无几的马刺。这就是场上发生的事情，但是拜托。我们真的要在这里纠结细节吗？诺曼·鲍威尔撕裂了我们。詹姆斯·哈登撕裂了我们。这对你有好处吗？你喜欢这样吗？我们玩得开心吗？那个笑话不好笑了。 它太接近现实，也太触及痛处了。
我想说我们都应该退一步，好好看看大局——但我感觉我们一直在这样做。自从维克多受伤以来，这里一直是“大局市”。对于圣安东尼奥马刺的球迷来说，到处都是“长期来看一切都很好，没什么好看的”，而且，坦率地说，香克利先生，这是正确的。这是应该说、应该相信、应该珍藏在心中的事情。这就是我们如何在这缓慢的下降中幸存下来，再次回到乐透区的一个赛季。希望如此。对吧？再来一次就好？
总之，我想说的是，我的视角很好。我们已经做了这个练习。我们已经锁定并专注于长期计划。我不需要反思。我的优先事项已经确定。我准备好继续下一件事了。我宁愿不回到旧房子。
什么？我们还不能继续吗？你是什么意思？
哦，对了，比赛还在继续。漫长的赛季。昏迷中的女朋友。 我知道，我知道……这很严重。
我看着这支球队，我看着他们比赛，我只是尽量不生气。因为有什么可生气的呢？正在发生的一切，在很大程度上超出了任何人的控制范围。没有人犯错。没有人做错事。每个人都只是做他们自己。闲逛。被伊维察·祖巴茨扣篮。这就是现状。
我不愿意说这比另一种情况更糟糕。我当然不想对任何人发火。看看围栏外面的，我不知道……丹佛？孟菲斯？达拉斯？那看起来比我们在这里炖的东西更好还是更糟？
可能更糟，是吧？
但我确实感到奇怪的无力。我们正在观看一些无关紧要的事情，无论是好是坏。你不能抱怨，但也没有什么可以欢呼的。所以你坐着。你看着。或者也许你不看。无论哪种方式，都无关紧要。我曾在醉酒的时光里快乐，但天知道我现在有多痛苦。
当我们躺在这里，看着凯尔登·约翰逊打破了马努保持的一项鲜为人知的纪录时，你说：
重建会在明年结束吗？我真的不知道。
或者重建会在三年后结束吗？我真的不知道。
而且，祈祷乒乓球向我们倾斜有意义吗？哦，我不知道。
我只知道我们在这里，现在，快船队以 18-2 的攻势开始了下半场。
所以，伸展开，等待，伸展开，等待
没有争论，没有争论，没有争论
当没有争论，没有争论时，你如何有意识地思考
伸展开，等待
伸展开，等待
伸展开，等待
等待
等待
等待
等待，哦
WWL 赛后新闻发布会
- 你是否计划把这场比赛完全写成，嗯，史密斯风格？
- 好问题。你知道吗？我没有。实际上，我最初是用 Ferris Bueller 的梗开始的，后来才意识到这支球队就像一个，你知道，昏迷中的女朋友，这真的激发了我的创作灵感。
- Ferris 也许会是一个更受欢迎的选择
- 是的，嗯，现在，在这个赛季的这个阶段，这些专栏不是为那些大众化的马刺球迷准备的。这些是为真正的铁杆球迷准备的。那些怪人。那些熬夜观看无关紧要的太平洋海岸比赛的失眠者。那些对 布雷克·韦斯利(Blake Wesley) 有看法的人。
- 如果你为那些对布雷克·韦斯利有看法的人写专栏，那么把这篇文章变成一首充满史密斯乐队典故的音诗可能也不是最好的选择。
- 你就错了，我的朋友！布雷克·韦斯利 就是 史密斯乐队。他的比赛充满着混乱、美丽和某种程度的混乱。他是约翰尼·马尔那些永远无法解决的叮当吉他即兴重复段中的一个。他充满潜力，偶尔会很出色，而且可能注定失败。布雷克·韦斯利不是英国有史以来最好的摇滚乐队，但思考他却有趣得多。
- 好了，好了，好吧。所以你真的不想谈论比赛。你只是想……干什么？放史密斯乐队的唱片并反思？
- 是的。完全正确。因为我们现在还能做什么呢？史密斯乐队不会让你对现状感觉更好，但他们会让你感觉被理解。他们讲述的是在某种应该比它实际意义更大的事物中漂流。渴望。怀念尚未发生的时刻。浪费的潜力。这就是全部。这就是三月份的马刺篮球，宝贝。看着一些东西慢慢瓦解，然后带着嘲讽低声说，“哦，看看那个。” 这就是作为马刺球迷现在的感受。我们只是坐在黑暗中，等待着接下来会发生什么。而且，听着，如果你要坐在黑暗中，你最好放上 史密斯乐队 的音乐。
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点击查看原文：What We Learned from the Spurs loss to the Clippers
What We Learned from the Spurs loss to the Clippers
There is a light and it never goes out
I know it’s over. I can feel the soil falling over my head
So, what do you want from this? Do you want to actually learn anything from this game? Did you really stay up and watch it? Are you some kind of sicko?
Ivica Zubac threw down a double-double en route to a fairly routine win over what’s left of the Spurs. That’s what happened on the ground, but come on. Are we really going to pore over the details here? Norman Powell tore us up. James Harden tore us up. Is this good for you? Are you enjoying this? Are we having fun? That joke isn’t funny anymore. It’s too close to home and too near the bone.
I’d say we should all just take a step back and, you know, take a look at the big picture here — but I feel like we’ve been doing that. Ever since Victor went out, it’s been Big Picture City over here. A whole lot of “everything is fine long-term, nothing to see here” for fans of the San Antonio Spurs and, frankly, Mr. Shankly, that’s correct. It’s the right thing to say and believe and hold dear to your heart. It’s how we’re surviving this slow descent back into the Lottery area for one more season. Hopefully. Right? Just one more of these?
Anyway, what I’m trying to get at here is that my perspective is great. We’ve done that exercise. We’re locked in and focused on the long-term plan. I don’t need to reflect. My priorities are in check. I’m ready to move on to the next thing. I’d rather not go back to the old house.
What’s that? We can’t move on yet? What do you mean?
Oh, right, the games are still happening. The lingering season. The girlfriend in a coma. I know, I know…it’s serious.
I look at this team and I watch them play and I just try not to get angry about it. Because what is there to get angry about? Everything that’s happening is largely outside the realm of anyone’s control. No one made any mistakes. No one is doing anything wrong. Everyone is just being who they are. Hanging out. Getting dunked on by Ivica Zubac. It is what it is.
I’m hesitant to say that it’s worse than the alternative. I certainly don’t want to be mad at anyone. Take a peek over the fence at, I don’t know…Denver? Memphis? Dallas? Does that look better or worse than the stew we’ve got simmering over here?
Probably worse, yeah?
I do feel strangely impotent though. We’re watching something where nothing matters, good or bad. You can’t complain, but there’s nothing to cheer about. So you sit. You watch. Or maybe you don’t. Again, nothing matters either way. I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now.
As we lie here, watching Keldon Johnson break an obscure record held by Manu, you say:
Will the rebuild end next year? I really don’t know.
Or will the rebuild end in three? I really don’t know.
And is there any point in wishing for the ping pong balls to fall our way? Oh, I don’t know.
All I do know is we’re here, and it’s now, and the Clippers are on an 18–2 run to start the second half.
So, stretch out and wait, stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you consciously contemplate
When there’s no debate, no debate?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait, oh
WWL Post Game Press Conference
- Did you go into this one planning make it all, uh, Smithsy?
- Great question. You know? I didn’t. I actually started it out with a Ferris Bueller reference initially, before the concept of this team being a, you know, girlfriend in a coma so to speak, really sparked something in me creatively.
- Ferris maybe would’ve been a more populist choice
- Yeah, well, right now, at this stage of the season, these columns aren’t for the populist Spurs fans. These are for the real heads. The weirdos. The insomniacs up watching Pacific Coast games that don’t matter. The ones with an opinion on Blake Wesley.
- If you’re writing columns for people with an opinion on Blake Wesley, maybe turning this thing into a tone poem full of references to The Smiths was not the best choice either.
-That’s where you’re wrong, my friend! Blake Wesley is The Smiths. His game is chaotic and beautiful and sort of a mess. He’s one of Johnny Marr’s jangly guitar riffs that never quite resolves. He’s full of potential, occasionally brilliant, and possibly doomed. Blake Wesley is not the best rock band to ever come out of England, but he’s infinitely more fun to think about.
- Ok, ok, alright. So you didn’t really want to talk about the game. You just wanted to…what? Play Smiths records and reflect?
- Yeah. Exactly. Because what else are we supposed to do right now? The Smiths don’t make you feel better about the state of things, but they make you feel seen. They’re all about drifting through something that’s supposed to mean more than it does. Longing. Nostalgia for a moment that hasn’t happened yet. Wasted potential. That’s the whole deal. That’s Spurs basketball in March, baby. It’s watching something fall apart in slow motion and wryly murmuring, “oh, look at that.” That’s what being a Spurs fan feels like right now. We’re just sitting here in the dark, waiting for whatever comes next. And like, look, if you’re gonna sit in the dark, you may as well throw on The Smiths.
By Charlie Thaddeus, via Pounding The Rock