Ok, so long story short, I'm settling in for a god-awful NBA matchup. Only something strange is happening. As if magically, the Heat are actually playing... defense.
Wow! In the 4th game of the season no less. They're switching well, hustling to the corners to stop Bowen from getting off 3s, but not overplaying. Even Duncan looks frustrated. Midway through the 2nd quarter, after 6 or so possessions without a basket, the Spurs are down 4 or so and I'm encouraged...
But then it starts, and I get that familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. Ginobili hits a 3. It's sort of like a mini-version of communal groundhog day that all of us share so I trust you know what happens next. Ginobili drives past somebody (maybe Dorell Wright) and gets fouled. It's light but he pulls a soccer flop (par for the course) and flails his arms like he just took a flagrant 2. Dorell Wright accidentally bumps Manu's chest as he walks by after the foul. Ginobili takes it as a personal affront and starts jawing in Wright's face, at the same time complaining to an official. I silently sigh to myself. The only thing more more annoying than 'whiny Ginobili' is 'angry Ginobili' who is about to GO OFF on the Heat.
On the next possession he steps back and hits a 3 in Ricky Davis's face. The jawing begins. Here we go again. Fuckin Ginobili....Now in a brief aside before I get to the end of this little tale. I recognize that Manu is probably the best 6th man in the league (yeah better than Terry) and a ridiculously talented scorer, but of all the spurs he's really the best one to hate. I mean when Duncan flails his arms looking for an easy call in the post at least he just looks awkward... he doesn't plow straight into defenders like a bull in a china shop and then go into a mid-air semi-seizure like our good pal Manu. Even worse, though Ginobili gets up and complains about the foul after he flops. He's constantly rubbing his head or clutching a knee, whining to the refs, glowering at whoever was close enough as he drove to receive a flung elbow or knee after he got stuck under the rim and needed a bail out. He's taken all the most retarded parts of the game of soccer (namely the strategy of building cheating into your everyday game in order to force refs to make difficult calls) and brought them to basketball. And unlike Vlade Divac whose 'charge
flop with excessive butt slide' only brought a wry smile to my lips like an unacknowledged Grandpa fart, Manu's flops actually screw up to the game... while Vlade was merely fishing for an iffy call (which usually produced a no call if the official saw what he was trying to pull), Manu acting like he's getting a c-section mid-layup almost forces a call one way or another (esp. considering how whistle happy NBA refs have been the past few years), so unless his knee just happened to flail into Ricky Davis's face, most times Manu gets the call. Unfortunately, unlike soccer, which Manu's unique style of play so closely mimics, you almost never get a foul or a tech for flopping, or in his case making a move with the sole-intention of making it look like you're getting HAMMERED... until now.
Which brings me back to my story. Still yapping in Davis's face Manu nails another tough 3 ball. He is about to fully go off on the Heat, who's textbook defense is about to fully expire (and it did later in the 2nd half), when something beautiful happens. Knowing he just hit 2 bombs in a row, Manu decides he'd like an easy one. So he pulls up at the arc, pump fakes, gets Dorell Wright in the air, and then (patentedly) flails his body forward into the descending Wright a la Reggie Miller, Kobe, AI, et al (a la Ginobili when I really think about it). The ref blows the whistle. 'FUCKING GINOBILI!' I think. But there's some sort of David Stern magic in the air (sarcasm. I hate that fucker) and the ref calls an offensive foul.In my one vocal outburst of the entire game I literally jumped up in exaltation. It was the perfect moment. For one split second good triumphed over evil. Ginobili attempted the cheapest of cheap foul flops and finally paid the price. Glorious.
(A short explanation: the NBA's main rule change in the off-season involved defensive players, mainly big men, being allowed to jump straight up and not incur a foul even if the offensive player hits them while they are jumping as long as the jump doesn't move forward-- Tim and Manu beware. This was a way overdue rule.)
Anyway, Manu jumped forward, created the contact himself, and (with all the elbow-windmilling-gusto you might expect) created the offensive foul himself as well. I love this game!*

Yes, many of you may correctly ascertain that I'm sort of insane for writing a post like this, but hopefully some of you will understand the glory that was this small payback for all the years of unfair playoffs calls that went Manu's way.
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After said foul Ginobili, of course, continued to dominate the game (showing a surprising lack of flopping) leading to an uninterestingly comfortable, yet inevitably meaningless, Spurs win. But none of that mattered.
*Actually, I really only love this game in the playoffs, or when David Blaine is cooing me to sleep with his soft baritone vibrato descriptions the 2 small men that make up one Yao.
ps. some good Youtube clips regarding the Manu phenomenon:
This was a foul but definitely didn't deserve the soccer-foul-reaction
pps. I don't hate D-wade as much, but he did get 50+ odd free throws in a finals game. And this is clever:
ppps. finally I have to show this since I mentioned spurs suns (also linked it above). Perhaps what's scary then the thought that Donaghy could have thrown this game, is the thought that he probably didn't and that the refs are just that bad. Reliving some of these calls literally made my muscles tense up. It was a great series but really tough to watch without getting really really angry:





