Never EVER Leave Robert Horry Open

I can't believe how foolish the Pistons were. They clawed their way back into Game 5 when San Antonio reverted back to careless and sloppy play, only to lose it by violating the most obvious of dictums: Never leave Robert Horry unguarded when the game is on the line. Ask any Sacramento fan, they'll tell you. They will say that if they had only kept a man on him, kept a hand in his face, their fortunes would have been vastly different. I have to say it again, you cannot leave a guy like him open.

I picked San Antonio to win it all this season, and I am standing by that. They are just a little bit better than the Pistons in every way. Pistons play great D, Spurs play it even better. Pistons are okay on offense, the Spurs can put up points in a hurry. The only area in which Detroit is superior is in their free throws. But the troubling thing is, the Spurs are inconsistent. They remind me of myself in that they are capable of excellence, but they don't sustain that excellence for long stretches. Games 3 and 4 were ugly. They never turn over the ball as much as they did in those games. Just like when I am playing chess. Sometimes I am in the zone and I avoid all the opponent's traps and bring off my strategies and tactics without anyone being able to do anything about it. And then there are times, I tell you, I just revert to the old days where I just walk right into the obvious, give away knights and bishops like they are candy, fail to execute a plan, and generally play like a patzer. Of course, after a spell, I return to my sharp play, but I hate that tendency in San Antonio as much as I hate it in myself. They are a great team, but they definitely have room for improvement. And Detroit should have known it, should have seen it coming. Like these clowns who think that they own me because they won the last few games (when really they didn't win, I just lost), Detroit got the sinking feeling a man gets when he's kicked in the jewels when San Antonio finally woke up. I was playing a guy and he beat me like a rented mule until I got my head in the game. After that I couldn't lose. I gave away queens and rooks with a lavish hand and still won brilliantly. That's how you have to do it. I respect people who are consistently excellent, but I know myself well enough to know that my best comes in fits and starts, flashes and spurts. Opponents should keep a wary eye of people and teams like that, because you never know when the torrent will fall.