No excuses, no gimpness, just basketball. I'm rooting for the folks in San Antonio, who know what picante sauce is supposed to taste like. Lechoke we we you big foreheaded phony phony. I aint a spur fan one bit, but every year that doesn't add up to "5....6.....7" rings for the meat is sweet music to my hating eardrums. Beat these suckers on their own wood!!!!!!!