I’m in a strange situation as a Spurs fan right now. I’m indifferently interested, or interestedly indifferent. Sound weird? I’ll try to explain.
With weekend games it’s normally like that for me here in Germany: I wake up on a Saturday or Sunday morning, I make some tea, and then I watch the Spurs game – while trying not to touch my smartphone, so I don’t see if the Silver & Black won or lost. When I succeed, and it turns out we lost, the next couple of hours are ruined. It’s always been that way. Even in the Big 3 era when we had already secured home-court advantage. I hate it when my team loses. The sentence “It’s just a game” makes no sense to me whatsoever in the two or three hours after a loss. Usually, that is. Because it isn’t like that right now.
I welcome the idea of the Spurs trying to make the play-in, or the playoffs even, but I don’t mind all too much when we’re losing. Which makes me sort of indifferent to losses, while still highly interested.