By Charlie Thaddeus | Pounding The Rock (PtR), 2026-03-09 17:43:01
我先把那些老生常谈的预防针打在前面。这只是一场比赛。这只是常规赛。季后赛是完全不同的野兽。我们不该得意忘形。
“上周输给尼克斯后，坐在这儿告诉我们现在对任何事情都不要产生太大情绪起伏的人，不就是你吗？”
是的。没错。说得对。
好了，这些流程都走完了吗？没问题了吧？我们已经做了免责声明吗？我们已经对现实的残酷性稍作点头致意了吗？
很好。
因为我开始产生一些也许不该有的想法了。开始感受到一些我本以为很久之后才会有的感觉。开始记起一些我已经淡忘了的事情。
我们现在正处于这样一个阶段：赛季的最终结局只有几种不同的走向。
也许它会以心碎告终。在一场艰苦的季后赛系列赛中，输给一个比我们多一两个应对之策的强大对手。或者是一些我们没能把握住的运气。又或者是一个球进了，而我们突然间瘫倒在地上精疲力竭，因为我们无法相信刚才发生的一切真的发生了。
就像我们可以把它放进藏在阁楼里的雷·阿伦 (Ray Allen) 文件夹一样，只有在全国直播节目粗鲁地用这段往事偷袭我们时，我们才会把它打开。
这种结局现在已经在选项中了。我们在射程之内。那种痛苦，正是我们现在所参与的这场游戏的一部分筹码。
几周后，我们也可能会坐在这里，为自己在三月份的过度兴奋而感到有些羞愧。在那个版本里，赛季以 1-4 或 2-4 的比分输给一支实力明显高出马刺一筹的球队。也许他们经验更丰富。也许我们的年轻人在压力之下产生了一丝动摇。
不是崩溃。只是一丝动摇。就像卡通片里的歪心狼 (Coyote)，他已经跑出了悬崖边缘，却还能继续奔跑，直到他不经意间往下看，才意识到自己身处何地。
对于一支如此年轻的球队，如果不至少承认这种可能性，那就太天真，甚至可能有点不负责任了。一群几乎没有季后赛经验的孩子，直接被扔进战火之中。
我们不必纠结于此。我们只需要，你知道的，承认它的存在。
因为。
因为另一种可能性现在也出现了。
它是如此响亮，如此真实，简直是在冲着我们的脸咆哮。就像一个早上 6:00 就起床的孩子，尽管父母的生物钟坚称现在还是 5:00。
这支球队可以赢得总冠军。
他们能与任何人叫板。他们能击败任何人。他们能成就这番事业。尽管有无数理由说明这可能不会发生，但到目前为止，也有同样多的理由说明它可能会发生。
这太疯狂了。
真的，太疯狂了。
当马刺开启他们的首个夺冠征程时，我只有十岁。当我认真回想时，那次季后赛之旅可能是我最早的记忆之一，其中的每一个细节至今仍然历历在目，仿佛就发生在昨天。
四月正值圣安东尼奥狂欢节 (Fiesta)，整个城市都感觉像在沸腾。如果你没在狂欢，那你就在看马刺。如果你没在看马刺，那你就在聊马刺。
每两辆车里就有一辆在车窗上夹着那种塑料小旗。手工制作的海报和标语挂在门廊上。巨大的“Go Spurs Go”横幅在建筑物的侧面飘扬。我记得开车经过奥斯汀高速公路时，看到那些卖盗版周边的小摊。我记得当时惊叹于 410 公路旁巨大的马刺旗帜，我非常确定那是 Body Solutions 公司竖起来的。还记得 Body Solutions 吗？那个减肥补剂？那是段美好的时光。
你要知道，那是一个十岁孩子的思维，但感觉就像我每晚闭上眼都在想马刺，每天早上醒来都觉得像过圣诞节，因为我可以走向世界，做一个马刺球迷。
在那段征程中，我们去现场看了一场对阵爵士的比赛，在那场比赛中，我们把那些书呆子彻底打爆了。蒂姆·邓肯 (Tim Duncan) 砍下 36 分，基本上把卡尔·马龙 (Karl Malone) 关进了更衣柜。约翰·斯托克顿 (John Stockton) 不断在三分线外打铁，观众们的反应就像他踩在耙子上结果裤子掉了一样。
我至今仍然保留着那天晚上坐在阿拉莫穹顶球场 (Alamodome) 里那些真实的感官记忆。声音、气味、色彩。嘉年华的色彩在白色球衣的衬托下格外显眼。那块分割体育场的奇异幕布呈现出的深蓝色。问我爸约翰尼·摩尔 (Johnny Moore) 是谁。暂停期间，他们一直在放《Hey Macarena》，尽管那股流行风潮已经迟到了大约四年。没关系。我们照单全收。
我最记得的是每个人都那么开心。那是纯粹的快乐。我们表现得像个傻瓜，因为我们是坠入爱河的傻瓜。我以前从未参与过比我自身更宏大的事业，感觉我的大脑突然向更广阔的世界敞开了。
马刺在四月份的主场战绩是 9 胜 0 负，总战绩大约是 13 胜 2 负。我那时太小，根本不在乎全国媒体是否在说“这支马刺队已经到来了”。
作为一个正在经历前所未有的体育幸福感的十岁孩子，我可能无法解释其中的任何一点。但即使我当时还找不到词语来表达，我也能感觉到我们正站在某种特殊事物的边缘。
看着这支球队从牛仔竞技客场之旅 (Rodeo Road Trip) 归来，在这些震撼人心的主场观众面前打球，让我产生了一种特殊的感觉。伙计们，那里真的很吵。感觉就像一场派对。每一次进球后，大家都在手舞足蹈。就像足球比赛一样突然爆发“Olé”的歌声。镜头每一次切向观众席，都能看到人们脸上挂着那种“情不自禁”的笑容。
那座球馆里的能量简直疯了。即使隔着电视机你也能感受到。最近看比赛就像是一场持续不断的色彩、光影和声音的爆发，它将场上发生的一切提升到了一个我根本没有心理准备的高度。
正如我每天被提醒的那样，我不再是十岁了。从那时起，我经历了这个世界的更多面。我爱过，也心碎过。我在不同的城市生活过。我组建了家庭。这是世界上最陈词滥调的事情，但你知道，当你甚至没在留意时，生活总有办法顺其自然地发生。
生活在继续。
而在这一路上的某个地方，马刺也在继续发生着。我看着他们赢得的总冠军比那个十岁版本的我所能想象的还要多。我看着马努逆转时光隔扣克里斯·波什 (Chris Bosh)。我看着蒂姆·邓肯最后一次走出赛场。我看着这一切慢慢走向落幕。我甚至看着马刺跌入谷底，到了我几乎不再看比赛的程度。
你会一路上积累很多背景认知。很多伤痕。你年纪越大，就越难让自己像小时候那样去感受事物。从逻辑上讲，它根本不可能像当年那样重要。你变得谨慎。理性。你开始保护自己。生活中还有其他事情。生活还在继续，对吧？
然而。
现在，那座建筑再次震动。维克托正在打出名堂。这支球队打起球来就像已经在一起很多年了。扣篮震翻全场。三分让人们陷入狂狂热。没有什么分差是我们追不回来的。没有什么对手是我们不能跑死的。音乐很响亮。派对在继续。
观众会毫无缘由地决定开始高喊“卡特·布莱恩特 (CAR-TER BRY-ANT)”，只是因为他是我们的球员，而我们就是忍不住要为他欢呼。我们都要疯了。
我们是坠入爱河的傻瓜。
我只是察觉到了这些，仅此而已。
我的膝盖比以前更疼了，但那些色彩又开始变得鲜活起来。
要点总结：
- 这里有一个该死的感悟，马刺很强！看这个扣篮！
哦我的天呐 pic.twitter.com/Pk5424Mune
— Point Made Basketball (@ pointmadebball) 2026年3月9日
- 这是另一个该死的感悟，我们队里有个身高 7 英尺 5 英寸的斯蒂芬·库里，我们再也不会输了，看这记三分：
文班关键球 pic.twitter.com/p4LZwaOqHl
— 圣安东尼奥马刺 (@ spurs) 2026年3月9日
- 再来一个该死的感悟，哥们把那球扇到了另一个宇宙！
维克托的大火锅
@ NBAonNBC, @ Telemundo pic.twitter.com/2olT7Sae0i
— 圣安东尼奥马刺 (@ spurs) 2026年3月9日
- 进攻端现在绝对是火力全开。我不知道这种状态的可持续性如何，但伙计，当马刺像这样传导球时，感觉他们有能力燃爆全世界。38 次助攻真的很多！当你试图弄清楚这支球队到底能有多出色时，这是你能观察到的最好的生命体征之一。甚至只是看比赛，你也能感觉到他们进入那种“心流状态”的时刻。球不断地在跳动，不仅仅是一个人在带头，每个人都参与其中，每个人都在努力为团队寻找最好的出手机会。它是无私的，是美丽的，这几乎是篮球所能达到的最有趣的状态。
- 这场比赛结束时，我觉得德文·瓦塞尔 (Devin Vassell) 打了一场非常出色的比赛。他最近一直状态火热，这似乎只是他近期出色表现的又一个例子。然后我今天早上查看了数据表，发现他全场 6 投 0 中，这老实说让我感到惊讶，因为我仍然觉得他昨晚打得很好。他在梳理进攻，他赢得了对方防守的尊重，而且他在防守端非常努力。有时候，即使手感不好，球员也能影响比赛，而瓦塞尔似乎已经到了职业生涯的这个阶段。我不知道，伙计，我只是互联网上的一个蠢货，但我觉得德文·瓦塞尔真的很棒。
- 现在就说出来，好让我们开始准备，马刺将在总决赛对阵凯尔特人，那场面绝对会非常烦人（annoyingingggggggggggggggggggggg）。
自2月1日以来……
NBA 最佳战绩
- 圣安东尼奥
- 波士顿
NBA 净效率
- 圣安东尼奥
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- 波士顿
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周二晚上见…… https://t.co/fTh2j6lJu9
— Sean Grande (@ SeanGrandePBP) 2026年3月9日
WWL 赛后新闻发布会
– 感觉这里用力过猛了，提到了儿时的回忆之类的。你担心这么早就按下“怀旧记忆”按钮吗？
– 比如，现在是合适的时机吗？
– 对，这难道不是你想留到季后赛才用的招吗？
– 我觉得，听着，如果你有出手机会，你就得投。这就是这里的心态。你不能指望机会还会回来。我有话要说，所以我就说了。我必须相信，如果马刺发现自己进入了季后赛，或者，如果上帝保佑，在未来的某一天他们赢得了一些重大的比赛，到时候我也一定会有话要说。
– 你担心被毒奶（jinx）吗？
– 毒奶？你居然问我毒奶？我从来不担心毒奶，快省省吧。我写的每一篇东西都是通往成功的阶梯。有些晚上你会看到一些怀旧诱饵，有些晚上你会看到 900 字关于挡拆防守的分析。这不是毒奶，这是过程。
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。
点击查看原文：What We Learned from the Spurs win over the Rockets
What We Learned from the Spurs win over the Rockets
I’ll get the usual caveats out of the way first. It’s just one game. It’s the regular season. The playoffs are a different animal. We shouldn’t get carried away.
“Weren’t you the guy sitting here this time last week after the Knicks loss telling us not to get too high or low about anything right now?”
Yes. Correct. Fair point.
Okay. Have we done that? Are we good? Have we done our acknowledgements? Have we given our quick nod to mortality?
Good.
Because I’m starting to think things I probably shouldn’t. Starting to feel things I didn’t expect to feel for a while. Starting to remember things I’d kind of forgotten.
We’re at that point where the endgame of the season can only break a few different ways.
Maybe it ends in heartbreak. A hard fought playoff series against a really good opponent who just has one or two more answers than we do. A break here or there that we don’t get. A shot that goes in and suddenly we’re all laying on the floor absolutely spent because we can’t believe what just happened actually happened.
Something to add to the Ray Allen folder we keep in the attic and only open when a national TV broadcast rudely blindsides us with it.
That’s on the table now. We’re in range. That kind of pain is part of the table stakes for the game we’re now playing.
We could also find ourselves a few weeks from now sitting here feeling a little sheepish about getting out over our skis back in March. Some version where the season ends with a 4-1 or 4-2 series loss to a team that simply outclasses the Spurs. Maybe they have more experience. Maybe our guys wobble just a little under the pressure.
Not a meltdown. Just a wobble. A cartoon Coyote who has run off the edge of the cliff and is only able to keep running until he accidentally looks down and realizes where he is.
With a team this young, it would be naive, maybe even a little irresponsible, not to at least acknowledge that possibility. A group with this little playoff experience being dropped straight into the fire.
We don’t have to dwell on it. We just have to, you know, give it a nod.
Because.
Because the other possibility is here now too.
Loud. Present. Practically shouting in our faces. Like a toddler who is up at 6:00 AM even though their parent’s body clock insists it’s still 5:00.
This team can win the whole thing.
They can play with anyone. They can beat anyone. They can get this thing done and, for as many reasons as there are that it might not happen, at this point there are just as many reasons that it might.
Which is wild.
Like, genuinely wild.
When the Spurs made their first championship run, I was ten years old. When I really think about it, that playoff run might be one of the earliest memories I have where every detail still feels as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
Fiesta was happening in April and the whole city felt like it was on tilt. If you weren’t partying, you were watching the Spurs. If you weren’t watching the Spurs, you were talking about the Spurs.
Every other car had one of those little plastic flags clipped to the window. Homemade posters and signs hung off front porches. Giant “Go Spurs Go” banners flapped off the sides of buildings. I remember driving down Austin Highway and seeing all those tents selling bootleg merch. I remember marveling at the massive Spurs flag out on 410 that I’m pretty sure Body Solutions put up. Remember Body Solutions? The weight loss supplement? Good times.
This was a ten year old’s brain, mind you, but it felt like I went to bed every night thinking about the Spurs and woke up every morning feeling like it was Christmas because I got to go out into the world and be a Spurs fan.
We went to a game against the Jazz during that run where we absolutely waxed those nerds. Tim had 36 and basically stuffed Karl Malone in a locker. John Stockton kept bricking threes and the crowd reacted like his pants had fallen down while he stepped on a rake.
I still have these really tangible sense memories of sitting in the Alamodome that night. The sounds, the smells, the colors. Fiesta colors popping against the white uniforms. The deep vivid blue of that weird curtain that separated the stadium. Asking my dad who Johnny Moore was. During timeouts they kept playing “Hey Macarena” even though that trend was about four years too late. Didn’t matter. We ate it up.
Mostly I remember how happy everyone was. Just pure joy. We were acting like fools because we were fools in love. I’d never been part of something bigger than myself before and it felt like my brain suddenly opening up to a wider world.
The Spurs were 9-0 at home during April and something like 13-2 overall. I was too young to care whether the national media was saying “This Spurs team has arrived” or not.
As a ten year old experiencing an unprecedented level of sports bliss, I probably couldn’t have explained any of that. But even if I didn’t have the words for it yet, I could tell we were standing on the edge of something special.
Watching this team come back from the Rodeo Road Trip and play in front of these rocking home crowds has got me feeling some type of way. It’s loud in there, y’all. It feels like a party. Limbs flying around after every bucket. “Olé” songs breaking out like it’s a soccer match. Every single cut to the crowd showing people with those “just can’t help it” grins plastered all over their faces.
The energy in that building feels insane. Even through the TV you can feel it. Watching the games lately has been this constant burst of color and light and sound that elevates everything happening on the floor to a level I was simply not prepared for.
As I’m reminded on a daily basis, I am no longer ten years old. I’ve experienced a lot more of the world since then. I’ve been in love and had my heart broken. I’ve lived in different cities. I’ve started a family. It’s the most cliché thing in the world but, you know, life has a way of just sort of happening when you aren’t even paying attention.
Life kept moving.
And somewhere along the way the Spurs kept happening too. I watched them win more championships than that ten year old version of me could have possibly imagined. I watched Manu turn back the clock and dunk on Chris Bosh. I watched Tim Duncan walk off the floor for the last time. I watched the whole thing slowly wind down. I even watched the Spurs bottom out to the point where I wasn’t really watching anymore.
You accumulate a lot of context along the way. A lot of scar tissue. The older you get, the harder it becomes to let yourself feel things the way you did when you were a kid. Logistically, it simply can’t matter as much as it did back then. You become cautious. Analytical. You start protecting yourself a little bit. There’s other stuff going on. Life’s out there happening, right?
And yet.
Right now the building is shaking again. Victor is coming into his own. The team is playing like they’ve been together for years. Dunks bring the house down. Threes send people over the edge. There’s no deficit we can’t come back from. There’s no opponent we can’t run out of the gym. The music is loud. The party is constant.
You’ve got the crowd randomly deciding to start chanting “CAR-TER BRY-ANT” just because he’s our dude and we simply must chant for him. We’re losing our minds.
We’re fools in love.
I’m just noticing, is all I’m saying.
My knees hurt more than they used to, but the colors are starting to feel pretty vivid again.
Takeaways:
– Here’s a freakin’ takeaway, the Spurs are good! Watch this dunk!
oh my god pic.twitter.com/Pk5424Mune
— Point Made Basketball (@ pointmadebball) March 9, 2026
- Here’s another freakin’ takeway, we got 7’5’ Steph Curry on the team, we’re never losing again, watch this three:
BIG BUCKET VIC pic.twitter.com/p4LZwaOqHl
— San Antonio Spurs (@ spurs) March 9, 2026
- One more freakin’ takeaway, my guy sent that joint to a different universe!
VICTOR SPIKED IT
— San Antonio Spurs (@ spurs) March 9, 2026
- The offense is absolutely humming right now. I don’t know how sustainable it is but, man, when the Spurs are moving the ball like this it feels like they’re capable of setting the world on fire. Thirty-eight assists is a lot! It’s one of the best vital signs you can check when you’re trying to figure out how good this team can actually be. Even just watching the game you can tell when they hit that flow state. The ball is constantly bopping around and it’s not just one person leading the charge, everybody is involved and everybody is trying to find the best shot for the team. It’s unselfish, it’s beautiful, and it’s about as fun as basketball gets.
- When this one ended I walked away thinking Devin Vassell had a really good game. He’s been on such a great run lately and it just felt like another example of how well he’s been playing. Then I checked the box score this morning and saw he went 0-6 from the field, which honestly surprised me because I still feel like he was really good last night. He was facilitating the offense, he demands respect from opposing defenses, and he was working hard on the defensive end. Sometimes guys can impact the game even when the shot isn’t falling, and Vassell feels like he’s reached that point in his development. I don’t know man, I’m just some dummy on the internet but I think Devin Vassell is pretty great.
- Just saying this now so we can start preparing for it it, but the Spurs are going to play the Celtics in the finals and its going to be annoyinggggggggggggggggggggggg.
Since February 1…
NBA BEST RECORD
- San Antonio
- Boston
NBA NET RATING
- San Antonio
- Boston
NBA DEFENSE
- Boston
- San Antonio
See you Tuesday night… https://t.co/fTh2j6lJu9
— Sean Grande (@ SeanGrandePBP) March 9, 2026
WWL Post Game Press Conference
– Felt like a big swing here, bringing up old childhood memories and what not. Are you worried about maybe pressing the “Nostalgia Memories” button too early here?
– Like, is this the right time for it?
– Right, is this maybe one you want to save for the playoffs?
– I think, look, if you have the shot then you take it. That’s the mentality here. You can’t count on it coming back around. I had something to say so I said it. I have to trust that, should the Spurs find themselves in the playoffs or, Lord willing, a situation where they win some big games down the road, that I will have something to say then as well.
– Are you worried about a jinx?
– A jinx? You’re asking me about jinxes? I’m never worried about a jinx, get out of here with that. Everything I write is steps to success. Some nights you get some nostalgia bait, some nights you get 900 words on pick‑and‑roll coverage. It’s not jinx; it’s process.
By Charlie Thaddeus, via Pounding The Rock