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not like we need another one of these, but I always do one for the major holidays. Happy Easter!<br>
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Samr<br>
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Easter is always such a great time of year. School is rounding the track for the last time, and the weather is (theoretically) getting better. Life is good unless you have allergies, especially for little kids. For the little ones, Easter means candy. As a testament to the fact that nothing in life is free but you can give it to the birds and bees because that's what I want, the Easter egg hunt was invented, then promptly used as a subliminal lesson to children of all ages. I’m not ruling out older kids hunting for Easter eggs. That stuff is fun to this day. Don’t judge me. <br>
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The goal of an Easter egg hunt is to make the kids work for their candy. Assuming the parents have some kind of mischievous creativity left from their years as a child, the kids will have to look in the tall grass, behind fence posts, up in tree branches, inside old stumps, under dog turds, behind the air conditioning units, in potted plants, and various other locations which could possibly hide a sweet reward. If there is more than one child, which I firmly believe should be required of every family, the kids won’t get an equal amount of eggs. One of them always comes out on top, even if the other one tried just as hard or harder for his hidden M&M gems. Spurs Coach Gregg Popovich, and his steadfast escape goat, general manager R.C. Buford, must have completely dominated this game. Except they look under old gymnasiums, in rural South American towns, the Euro World Championships, and the official winner of the "That is a Country!?! Award," the country of Slovenia. <br>
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The NBA Lottery is just that: a lottery. I know this because I looked it up. If you are one of the 12 teams (un)fortunate enough to have a ping pong ball with your logo on it, you are all but guaranteed the stress of completely rebuilding your franchise in one fail(ed) swoop. If you don’t, the draft is a bust and you will most likely either face the firing squad (Detroit), or be hung from your contractual toenails. To counter this threat, the general consensus in recent years has been to go with young, “raw” high school players who make the media and local fans drool over the possibility of what they can do five years from now. <br>
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Manu Ginobili was drafted in the second round. The same year the Spurs won their first championship and most deffinately did not lay claim to a ping pong ball. I’d like to think they came out on top in that one. <br>
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Next, they picked up a Frenchman named Tony Parker as the last pick in the first round. This was convenient because they were going to have to start Antonio Daniels at the point guard spot, which was akin to forcing a jigsaw puzzle together with the butt of a TV remote. Four games into the season, he was starting. Bet you didn’t see that coming! Pop did. <br>
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The first time is luck (and with Manu being the first time, this is a legitimate statement). The second time is skill. The third time? Is Beno. The second to last pick in the first round, Beno Udrih was so unknown that his last name was spelled “Udrich” on Media Day and the first bit of confirmed news about either him or his career was that he was spotted walking the halls of the SBC Center with a man-purse. (aside- woai.com ran a poll which later revealed that the fans "will allow him to get away with it for now, but he best learn that kind of stuff is called 'weird' on this side of the pond." I think I voted for "castrate him") Anyways, now Udrih is a backup point guard on a championship-caliber team, and the envy of almost every team who starts someone named “Tyronn Lue.” <br>
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Every year the NBA draft produces losers and winners. That’s the challenge of the game, and joy in the hunt. Some teams search in the obvious places: around the garden, in patio chairs, beside trees, Duke, Syracuse, whichever high school team ESPN is pimping at the moment. Others, such as the Spurs, slow down and pause for a moment. They think about their actions; they know where the money egg is hidden. Somewhere, in the old gym of an unheard-of city, is a kid pounding away, shot after shot. The Spurs will find him. They knew all along where he was. I always check under the rock in the far corner of our yard. Just in case. <br>
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Happy Easter.<br>
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<!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://img56.exs.cx/img56/9382/bunny5dp.jpg"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p204.ezboard.com/bsanantoniospurs62937.showUserPublicProfile?gid=samr@sanantoniospurs62937>Samr</A> at: 3/27/05 7:33 am<br></i>
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