The Big Day

It's finally here. The bright spot of the weekend. The day that the San Antonio Spurs will stand atop the rest of the NBA as its 2002-2003 champions. They will remove any doubt placed on them in the shadow of the asterisked season. David Robinson will go out a true champion in true style. I'm going to try not to shed a tear. The last time I cried over a sporting event was in 1984 I think when Cheryl Miller and USC lost to Texas. I was almost 11. I'm a little older now so maybe it won't happen. And there will be no losses here. But there will be no more David Robinson after tonight. Yes, they will take it tonight. No more #50. His magnanimous style. Awkwardly smooth left-handed jump shot. Arms of steel. I've made some decisions about the conditions under which I will watch the game. I'm going to be alone, which will be cool. I can let my verbal outbursts fly. I may wear my hat. That might have to be a last-minute, game-time decision, though. I may also wear what I wore on Friday. Ok, so everyone, watch the game. 8 EST; ABC.