Game Thread Spurs (34-16) @ Mavs (19-31) (Thu 2/05/26) [7:30 PM CST]

Ah, the post-trade deadline game—it's like that awkward morning-after scene in every '80s rom-com where the guy wakes up next to someone he barely remembers from the night before, except instead of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman batting her eyelashes and making it all cute, you've got a roster full of dudes staring at empty lockers like they just survived the Red Wedding from Game of Thrones. I mean, come on, the vibes are straight out of a bad divorce: half the team's packing boxes like they're fleeing a sinking ship, and the other half's doing the walk of shame through the arena, whispering, "Whew, dodged that bullet—fooled 'em one more time, baby!" Or maybe it's more like the Phantom Menace aftermath, where everyone's like, "Shit, what was that Jar Jar Binks trade rumor all about? Thank God we didn't pull the trigger on that disaster."


Take the Mavs, for instance—they're rolling out there with a short bench that looks like the supporting cast in a low-budget Fast & Furious sequel, all spare parts and no Vin Diesel to hold it together. And don't get me started on finally moving past that Nico Harrison betrayal—the one where he shipped out Luka Dončić for the perpetually banged-up Anthony Davis, like trading your Indiana Jones whip and fedora for a crystal skull that's always cracking under pressure. It's straight out of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, where Indy reunites with an old flame only to chase a shiny artifact that's more curse than treasure, riddled with flaws that sideline it half the time (hello, AD's injury log, averaging just 65% availability like a plot twist nobody saw coming but everyone regrets). Fans are still reeling from that "son of a gun" reveal, but now the team's shaking off the remnants, rebuilding around sturdier pieces like Indy heading back to the classroom—hoping to restore some franchise glory without the constant peril. You've got players glancing around like, "Thank the basketball gods we finally shipped out that locker-room cancer; couldn't stand that guy's constant Fortnite trash-talk anymore." And then there are the squads that sat pat amid a whirlwind of Woj bombs and Shams leaks—it's like the hype machine built up this epic Marvel crossover event, only for it to fizzle out like the Snyder Cut ending. A half-hearted "my bad" from the GM? Please, that's not cutting it. That's like Han Solo apologizing for freezing in carbonite by buying you a lukewarm beer at the Mos Eisley cantina. Nah, the whole thing's just peak NBA weirdness, the kind that makes you wonder if Adam Silver's secretly directing this as a twisted episode of Black Mirror.
 
Well, overall, the offense was excellent the last few minutes. Still need to pick it up defensively
 
If the Spurs had a competent third C and Fox stayed in SA this would be a 25 point lead tbh.
 
74 points in the half is great
Giving up 63 to the Mavs is objectively terrible
 
Every game one of our top 6 players plays completely brain dead basketball that sinks the whole team. Fox is single handedly keeping the mavs in this game
 
Ah, the post-trade deadline game—it's like that awkward morning-after scene in every '80s rom-com where the guy wakes up next to someone he barely remembers from the night before, except instead of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman batting her eyelashes and making it all cute, you've got a roster full of dudes staring at empty lockers like they just survived the Red Wedding from Game of Thrones. I mean, come on, the vibes are straight out of a bad divorce: half the team's packing boxes like they're fleeing a sinking ship, and the other half's doing the walk of shame through the arena, whispering, "Whew, dodged that bullet—fooled 'em one more time, baby!" Or maybe it's more like the Phantom Menace aftermath, where everyone's like, "Shit, what was that Jar Jar Binks trade rumor all about? Thank God we didn't pull the trigger on that disaster."


Take the Mavs, for instance—they're rolling out there with a short bench that looks like the supporting cast in a low-budget Fast & Furious sequel, all spare parts and no Vin Diesel to hold it together. And don't get me started on finally moving past that Nico Harrison betrayal—the one where he shipped out Luka Dončić for the perpetually banged-up Anthony Davis, like trading your Indiana Jones whip and fedora for a crystal skull that's always cracking under pressure. It's straight out of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, where Indy reunites with an old flame only to chase a shiny artifact that's more curse than treasure, riddled with flaws that sideline it half the time (hello, AD's injury log, averaging just 65% availability like a plot twist nobody saw coming but everyone regrets). Fans are still reeling from that "son of a gun" reveal, but now the team's shaking off the remnants, rebuilding around sturdier pieces like Indy heading back to the classroom—hoping to restore some franchise glory without the constant peril. You've got players glancing around like, "Thank the basketball gods we finally shipped out that locker-room cancer; couldn't stand that guy's constant Fortnite trash-talk anymore." And then there are the squads that sat pat amid a whirlwind of Woj bombs and Shams leaks—it's like the hype machine built up this epic Marvel crossover event, only for it to fizzle out like the Snyder Cut ending. A half-hearted "my bad" from the GM? Please, that's not cutting it. That's like Han Solo apologizing for freezing in carbonite by buying you a lukewarm beer at the Mos Eisley cantina. Nah, the whole thing's just peak NBA weirdness, the kind that makes you wonder if Adam Silver's secretly directing this as a twisted episode of Black Mirror.
How do you come up with this inane awesomeness?
 
Eh, Miller just got hot from 3.
Marshall made 3 or 4 MJ-level layups between 3 defenders.
This last one he made under CB's arms was just ridiculous.
 
I hope MATFO consider Fox a trade asset if a good trade come our way.

But knowing the Spurs....sigh...Fox will play out his Max contract with Spurs (until 2030)
 
At this point we better hope Harper develops quickly into a #2 option. Or at least a #3 scorer because Fox is not a #2 apparently.
 
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