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I had to rewind it when it happened, because I couldn't tell whether it was my TV or a dog fighting a panther outside.
We've seen Paul get animated before, but this is a wrath unlike anything I've ever witnessed from Paul or anyone on an NBA court; the kind of wrath only the Spurs can provoke. This is the expression of a hyper competitive man who, after his team rimmed out crucial buckets in regulation, just watched DeAndre Jordan getting shook by a 39-year-old after missing almost a dozen free throws, Blake Griffin coughing up another late turnover, Matt Barnes bricking his 9th shot in 10 tries ... then Patty Mills scoring easily off a bit of cheeky, calculated cherry-picking. Mills would go on to sink four icy free throws, so that run-out was the moment the Spurs clinched the win. In Los Angeles. Down Manu Ginobili *and* Tony Parker throughout the endgame. That'll get you screaming.
Even shorthanded, The Spurs are an exasperation machine, prodding your weak spots until you finally combust. They are the dog turd waiting on the kitchen floor after your hard day of work. Paul's got demons from a career of facing San Antonio and failing to conquer them in a playoff series, and all those demons just came spewing out at once.