Dear Mr. Popovich,
Hello and a few things:
I admire your basketball coaching prowess.
I will forgive you for sweeping the Cavs in the Finals all those lifetimes ago.
I will allow my husband to purchase a Tim Duncan jersey if you win the finals in spite of the fact that Tim hit a buzzer beater three ball to win the game against the Cavs on our first date, thus ruining his long time status of being my favorite active basketball player. All will be forgiven.
I will send my two of my best friends in South Florida championship Spurs tshirts that they will proudly wear. (They are from Cleveland).
I will do my part to ensure that the youth of America never forgets the legacy you have created in San Antonio without the flashbulbs, the bullshit, and ensure that they know that you crafted a fine, classy dynasty of ring winning basketball players. (Bar fights with Dreezy and Breezy aside).
All I, a loyal sports fan, a Cleveland sports fan at that, ask in return, is that you instill the fear of God, Buddha, Allah, Jesus, and all the versions of the Goddess in the world, to make your team play as the team, YOUR team, that they are in Game 7. You will not be in San Antonio, but you no longer have to deal with the distraction of Eva Longoria court side in bedazzled jeans, now you have to focus on free throws and defense and making Tim Duncan smile.
In advance, I hopefully thank you for a dynamic, successful game seven and with much love and respect from a fan who would never leave a critical game 6 with 2 minutes to spare in regulation like Miami fans did.
So take these words for what they are worth from a loyal Cleveland fan who loves the game of basketball and please inspire your warriors to finish the job.
All I ask is that you win. And that you let me blame you for being tired at work tomorrow.
Good luck and bring it home,
Lauren










