1980's Spurs Memories: The Fragments

I've been a Spurs fan most of my life. Here are the fragments of my earliest Spurs memories.

If you're a fan, suffer through the self-indulgence, it will be worth it when you find out about my  personal experience with Coach Pop.

My fandom probably started when I was 9 years old. In December of 1986, my Dad brought home front-row tickets because a co-worker couldn't attend. Up until this point in my life, I have memories of my father and I watching some of those classic Lakers-Celtics battles (my dad rooting for the Celtics, and I was rooting for the Lakers) at one point in life I remember being completely surprised San Antonio even had a team as the Spurs were never on TV and no one I knew talked about them at all. 




Here's my ticket stub. $30.00 bucks for a front row seat!
That's still only a little over $64 in 2014!


 

I remember a few distinct things about the game, one was a souvenir basketball rolled down from the somewhere above us right to my seat. I looked up but have no idea where it came from. I was able to keep it and take it home. The other was Tom Chambers came barreling towards us chasing after a loose ball. He landed right below my legs and the ball popped up right into my hands. I looked down at Chambers, looked up and saw the ref looking at me. I threw the ball at the ref and I felt pretty cool. Back in those days, few Spurs games were on TV - no highlights exist but I found a full game on youtube from a few months later in the season.

From then on, I remember checking the newspaper and checking out the sports section for information on the Spurs. It was hit or miss as I had other important things in my life like candy, baseball cards and comic books. Plus, the Spurs stunk at the time (a 2 year anomaly for the most successful small market pro sports team ever). 

Other early memories included me staying home sick when the local news broke in to announce David Robinson had signed with the Spurs. I wasn't aware at the time how important this was (see the details in the video below about his options) but it was the turning point in Spurs history. It is very likely, the franchise would have stunk for another 3-5 years and been moved. Here's a TBS report about that day.




With the start of adolescence, my interest in sports grew. In the summer before 6th grade (1988)  I got this t-shirt to show my friends what a big Spurs fan I was - even though David wasn't going to play until the following year.

 

 

 

One of my most treasured childhood memories also happened in the summer of 1988. It's strange to think about but the NBA and especially the Spurs were small potatoes compared to 2014. The organization really had to  sell the idea of going to the games of a crappy team - so this meant getting the players and coaches out into the local community.

There were several H-E-B promotional events planned around the city and one of our local H-E-B's was chosen as a location. Johnny Dawkins, the Coyote and a then, brand new, little-known assistance coach named Gregg Popovich would be there. They would have autographs, ticket giveaways and have some games for the kiddo's.

My dad took me down to the H-E-B and we first got in line for an autograph from Dawkins (that is now lost in the mists of time). I hung out shooting hoops with a bunch of kids for awhile and then, the contest began. I am not sure if I knew what the prize would be, but it was a 12 game pack (for two) that as on the line. The whole package was only $176.00!!

The contest was a version of "Knockout" - where the kids were lined up and shot free-throws. If you made your free-throw, you were "safe" and continued on,  if you missed and the kid behind you made their attempt, you were "out" of the game. The game started with a bunch of kids, my memory is a bit hazy but at least 15-20, possibly more. I can't say for sure but I believe Coach Pop was hosting the game, grabbing rebounds and passing the balls back to the kids to shoot. Although I don't have a memory of him doing so, I have a very good reason to think this, as you will see below.

What was strange about this game of "Knock Out" was that the Spurs Coyote was playing with the kids.  Even more strange, he  was actually knocking kids out of the contest (maybe he was ready to go home??).  I was shooting well and was knocking kids out left and right. Slowly but surely the contest dwindled down to three of us - me, a girl about my age and the Coyote.  I think the girl knocked out the Coyote and we traded buckets a few times. Then, I missed.  I was sure that I was going to suffer the indignity of losing to a girl but then, she missed and I made my next attempt, winning the game!

Which brings me back to Coach Pop.

I had no memory about Popvich being there. After all, he was part of the newly hired staff of Larry Brown (himself, new to SA) and practically an unknown. Even by basketball standards, he was a no-body.

My memories about this great victory of mine centered on winning the contest and meeting Johnny Dawkins. Then, I was digging through some of my dad's old documents when I came across a copy of an old letter that my dad had written back to the Spurs:

 

 

 

For those that didn't bother (or who can't read my dad's handwriting) it complements Coach Popovich for the way he treated all the kids, stating he was "considerate" about the kids feelings during the contest and how, "The Spurs have a quality individual in Coach Popovich".

I was shocked. It turns out I  had most likely taken shots passed from one of the NBA's all-time best head coaches! Popovich is known for his gruff demeanor and it's true he will not suffer a fool, but if you dig long enough, you find out he has a heart of gold. The guy's the real deal- smart, no-nonsense, tough and caring head coach. Also, he's a liberal so that makes me like him even more.





Our tickets were center-court, on the lowest level of the upper deck. Actually pretty good seats for as high as they were, plus, there were free! Here's my Spurs ID card from the 1988-1989 season. I have no idea what this card was for, but I am sure I had in my wallet to show my friends. Typically, they spelled my name wrong.

  

Our package included the opening night against the defending champs, the LA Lakers. I chose this 12 game pack because it had the Lakers and Celtics, and other option only had the Bulls.  The Spurs actually  won that game on opening night in a major upset. The crowd at the old Hemisphere Arena was rocking and rolling with excitement and it was a ton of fun.

As it turned out, that game was the zenith of the experience.  The Spurs lost the next 11 games we went to. Even when the Celtics came to town, Larry Bird was out with health issues and we still lost.  As an 11-year-old fan, it was frustrating but I always got stay up late and I learned a lot about basketball that year.

The following year was the most anticipated season in Spurs history (before or since) with David Robinson finally arriving after that 2 year delay. Although we didn't get a season ticket package, my dad did manage to score opening night tickets against, once again, the LA Lakers. It was David Robinson's first regular season NBA game and he did not disappoint. He had 23 points and 17 rebounds in a victory. Again, it was an amazing game to be at, and it felt like we finally had one of the "greats" playing for "our" Spurs!

A minor miracle I still had this ticket, I think I found it in one of my old baseball/basketball card boxes in college. Also, note it was $11.00 bucks to watch NBA history (even if it was "upper balcony").

 

So, the 80's ended quite well for the Spurs, they were on the up-swing and I was a very happy 12-year-old. Eventually, I will write a part II but until then, Happy New Year, to no one in particular!

Poem Post: The Wall

It's been awhile since I've posted a poetry post, so, this one's for you, you wacky poetry fans!

(Wait! come back, it's a short one, I promise!....hello?..... anyone there?)


.......(ahem).......


the wall
I can't seem to find a torch to carry  
or a willing ear 
but my silent wall is waiting like always
It's still here
waiting when no one else does
carrying its burden like an old friend would.


This was written in 2004 (but of course, modified just a tad right now).  This was written in the era when I was running out of things to write about. I am unsure if I meant "the wall" to be literal (as in I was talking to myself) or the "blank wall" of the computer, waiting to receive my thoughts on the screen.  

From 1995-2002,  I had used poetry as a form of self reflective therapy. Poetry was a safe place for me to communicate my thoughts and feelings without having to actually share them with anyone.  I know that sounds so dysfunctional, but it worked at the time.  Often, I would listen to music and riff off a lyric or theme and just let my writing wander here, there and everywhere.  Sometimes I would even uncover deep dark feelings I would have had  trouble articulating even to myself without the use of poetry.  At one point, I was writing almost every night and it was a lot of fun, to boot.

However, once the emotional turbulence over relationships and career were over, I found myself struggling to find my voice as a poet. I was happy with life and found little to write about. I was also busier, I was working more hours and needed to tend to my new marriage. I tried writing about politics but it felt wrong (well, there's one I am quite fond of, that I will share one day).  So, this poem reflects how I saw writing itself - as my sounding board to my life that was trusty but fading away with adulthood. 

Fun With My Scanner: Casper: Grown Up

Working on a update of fragments. Also thinking about finishing up my Peru trip blogs (just thinking about it though, so don't get too excited).

In the meantime, I was scanning some personal ephemera and documents and came across this little gem. It dates from 1996 or 1997. I drew this picture in church of all places and passed it to my friend nearby who wrote the note at the top of the page.  For those scoring at home, Casper is sporting a "666" on his forehead and his t-shirt reads "Pervert".

Now, on the surface, it's just a silly little drawing.  Ok, it's stupid, but I was 19 or 20, ya know.

What turned this from a throw-away to a keepsake is who wrote back to me. 

It was from my friend, Mikey who passed away a few years after this was written. Isn't it funny how something so meaningless can turn into a treasure? I don't have many notes from Mikey so everything I have from her is precious to me.  A simply piece of paper that was seemingly destined for the trash but somehow rescued and now it "lives" on a bit longer than expected.

This brings me to the idea of changefulness. Buddhists would call it maya; that is, everything is an illusion. Most especially time and the temporary things we fill it with. I know this all too well. Everything is ephemeral, nothing is permanent.  And that's another one of those facts about the universe I am still struggling to understand and cope with. 

Comparatively speaking from the cosmological scale, I am a sentient piece of dust on a slightly larger dust ball floating in this massive soup of galaxies.  Everything we come in contact with today or tomorrow will cease to exist. Including this world and the star it orbits. I understand that's a long way off but still, major bummer.

I'm not Buddhist, but I get the whole non-attachment thing. I get it so well, I don't want to embrace it. I don't want to get rid of my attachments (clinging or non-clinging, even if it does create suffering).  I follow a Vicktor Frankel/Camus/Agnostic-Theist, eventually Christian position on the universe (at least I am trying) so, I have to make due with what I am and what I do have (even if it is temporary).

 In the meantime,  I hold onto my silly little things, treasuring my ephemeral existence surrounded by temporary objects, smiling back on all the eventually forgotten memories. Hey, at least it will get you a cheap laugh from time to time.

Pic Dumping

Hey man, it's that time again. Enjoy



This can't be serious can it?

 

 



You may need to click on this one to see it. Just wait for it.



 

No idea what is happening here. How is Andy Warhol still alive?

Am I evil for enjoying this as much as I do?

 

 

 



 

Actually noticed by one of my FB friends.

Sometimes I think we all feel like the innocent cat.





It's the holiday season, turn off the holiday music and crank up the rock n' roll. See ya soon, no one.