The tweeting was just not the same for game two of the Western Conference Quarter Finals between the Dallas Mavericks and the San Antonio Spurs. I was not the same. I got on the plane to San Antonio already tired, fighting a chest cold,knowing that we would not be returning to Dallas until well after midnight.
The trip down on the G550 was non-eventful and passed quickly. The plane has directv on it. It was a pleasant surprise that the ESPN Monday Night Baseball game featured my hometown Pittsburgh Pirates. As bad as the Pirates have been over the years, they are my team and I always enjoy watching them on the tube. Watching the game diverted my attention from the pressure in my chest and from the anxiety of the impending game 2 between my Dallas Mavericks and the San Antonio Spurs.
By the time we were wheels down in San Antonio I felt even worse. I was tired and beat down despite the excitement of a possible 2-0 Mavs series lead. This turned out to have a direct karmic relationship to the way the Mavs would play that night.
We arrived at the AT&T Center about an hour early. We sat in the same suite as the night before. The suites in San Antonio are similar to the suites in Dallas except that they are one level up putting us a little further from the action. It is still a good view and is always good to enjoy the game with family. There is also a television in the suite so we were able to taken in an exciting Celtics-Bulls playoff game 2 before our game started.
I was also happy that this time I had remembered to bring my iPhone charger to fight the dreaded iPhone 2 hour battery drain. This was the kind of evening however that with every positive came an equal negative. I left my regular digital 10 Megapixel camera with 35x zoom on the plane. I would be relegated the crappy iPhone camera that made pictures look like they were being taken from Oklahoma.
The Mavs came out like I felt, tired and slow. The floor energy draining faster than my phone battery. San Antonio had clearly made adjustments from the previous game. Every shot was contested. Every Dirk drive to the lane a battle for inches of forward movement. Every Tony Parker drive uncontested. I expected the Spurs to come out hard, doing everything possible to show that game 1 was the exception to the rule. What I did not expect was the Mavs to be a step slow and an inch off the rim from tip to finish. No one would dispute that Tony Parker had his way going to the basket, making the Mavs look like they had never seen his skill set before.
The tweet action on my end mirrored the Mavs play. I was feeling worse as the game went on. Other tweeters noted that my tweet action was down from the previous games. San Antonio fans taunted that I was a “fair weather tweeter”. In reality I was simply not feeling well. The overall tweet dialogue was lively and equally distributed between Mavs and Spurs fans. The pro-San Antonio tweets became bolder and more frequent as it became clear the Mavs would not challenge that night.
In the end the Mavs started and ended like I felt the entire night, tired and lethargic. Halfway throught the 4th quarter I was tweeting for anyone who had mstered the Star Trek science of teleportation so I could byass the plane right to my bed free of the forced shots, forced drives to the basket and forced tweets. Teleporting away from the final act of a “classy’ San Antonio fan below us throwing objects into our suite as the game ended. A forced and artificial night all around ending in a dissapointing but not disheartening dominating Spurs victory. The best part of Game 2 was hitting the pillow when I finally got home about 2 am. That was the only part of the night not forced. You can view the Game 2 Iphone photos of the game on my Facebook page.