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If they did, they are in big trouble. How could they be so selfish.

 

I had organised TV and pay per view rights and everything.

 

Spurs are also a football team in the UK. Tottenham hotspurs.

Well, this past season, when the Spurs were in the Playoffs yet again vying for a 5th NBA Championship, someone came up with a really cool concept: The NBA Playoff Survivor Series!

If they did, they are in big trouble. How could they be so selfish.

 

I had organised TV and pay per view rights and everything.

 

Spurs are also a football team in the UK. Tottenham hotspurs.

 

Fo reals! You think they would celebrate some kind of event like that publicly!

 

Tottenham Hotspurs... is their name derived from the same kind of Spurs? The ones that went on the back of cowboy boots and helped them "spur" their horses on?

I don't think we had cowboys. Hmmmm maybe it was more to do with illegal cockney cock fighting ... Cockerels have spurs.

 

I will go research their history.

The NBA Playoff Survivor Series basically worked kinda like cage match writeups, each team was assigned a certain theme, and then when those teams met in the playoffs, the two themes would square off against one another and the winner of the series would win in the pairing

I don't think we had cowboys. Hmmmm maybe it was more to do with illegal cockney cock fighting ... Cockerels have spurs.

 

I will go research their history.

 

Kk, I look forward to hearing the results!

You see, a lot of pundits around the league kinda knock on the Spurs a lot cause they think of our team as old and boring. The funny thing is, the reason we're so "boring" is pretty much that we're always good. We've won at least 50 games in a season the past 13 or 14 seasons in a row. Not only that, but no other team in ANY of the four major professional sports has won a higher percentage of their games than the Spurs have in the past 15 years. Not the Yankees, Packers, Red Wings... you get the point. Basically, some peeps are just tired of seeing the Spurs win so much lol.

 

So here's the description of the Great Old One Spurs, from the site:

 

 

]San AntonioSpurs = [/b]The Great Old Ones (by H.P. Lovecraft)

The trophy was theirs, once. It shall be theirs again. Ancient beyond reckoning, yet more powerful than mere humans can conceive, the stars have aligned at last for the Elder Gods of the NBA to reclaim their thrones.

How did the club get it's name "Tottenham Hotspur" ?

 

The club was formed by a group of cricketers in 1882 as Hotspur FC and the prefix Tottenham was adopted three years later to avoid confusion with a team called London Hotspur. 

 

Tottenham, based in the district of Haringey, was originally the village of a man called Totta. 

 

The name Hotspur was chosen because of the fiery reputation of Shakespeare's Harry Hotspur, a character in his play "Henry IV Part 1".  Harry was based on a 14th century ancestor called Sir Henry Percy of the aristocratic Northumberland family who owned large tracts of land in the Tottenham area in the 1880s and after whom the nearby Northumberland Avenue is named.  The family were believed to have lived close to the ground in Percy House.  Henry is reported to have been killed in battle in Shrewsbury in 1403.

 

He acquired his surname because of his frequent use of spurs when riding.

 

Why do Tottenham Hotspur have a cockerel in their logo ?

 

The Tottenham's ball and cockerel crest is related to Harry Hotspur's riding spurs, since fighting cocks were once fitted out with miniature spurs (the old crest clearly showed the spurs on the cockerel's ankles).

 

The cockerel first appeared on the Tottenham Hotspur shirt in 1921.

So anyhoo, I figured I would share some of the matchups from the playoffs. I don't think it ever finished tbh, since once the Spurs lost in the Western Conference Finals the guy who was writing them (who, in a hilariously awesome coincidence, was named Rand!) prob didn't feel like writing them anymore lol

How did the club get it's name "Tottenham Hotspur" ?

 

 

The club was formed by a group of cricketers in 1882 as Hotspur FC and the prefix Tottenham was adopted three years later to avoid confusion with a team called London Hotspur.

 

Tottenham, based in the district of Haringey, was originally the village of a man called Totta.

 

The name Hotspur was chosen because of the fiery reputation of Shakespeare's Harry Hotspur, a character in his play "Henry IV Part 1". Harry was based on a 14th century ancestor called Sir Henry Percy of the aristocratic Northumberland family who owned large tracts of land in the Tottenham area in the 1880s and after whom the nearby Northumberland Avenue is named. The family were believed to have lived close to the ground in Percy House. Henry is reported to have been killed in battle in Shrewsbury in 1403.

 

He acquired his surname because of his frequent use of spurs when riding.

 

 

Why do Tottenham Hotspur have a cockerel in their logo ?

 

The Tottenham's ball and cockerel crest is related to Harry Hotspur's riding spurs, since fighting cocks were once fitted out with miniature spurs (the old crest clearly showed the spurs on the cockerel's ankles).

 

The cockerel first appeared on the Tottenham Hotspur shirt in 1921.

 

Ahhhh nice. So where did GB get the concept of spurs from? They didn't really herd cattle the same way, did they?

Spurs have been around since a man first got on a horse and it didn't want to go where he wanted it to go and also wasn't fast enough.

 

Knights in armour wore spurs.

 

Cowboys didn't invent them.

The Spurs 1st round playoff opponent was the Utah Jazz. The Jazz had an impressive front line, and many thought that even though the Spurs were the #1 seed, there could be a chance for an upset. After all, only one year previously, San Antonion had the #1 seed, but got ousted unceremoniously from the playoffs in the first round by upstart 8 seed Memphis Grizzlies. Plus, the Jazz big men were supposed to give the Spurs trouble, who were a little small on the front line...

 

The Spurs swept them in 4 games, and the Jazz star player, Al Jefferson, even commented at one point that he didn't know how his team or any team could beat the Spurs. The series wasn't even over yet at that point :laugh:

Spurs have been around since a man first got on a horse and it didn't want to go where he wanted it to go and also wasn't fast enough.

 

Knights in armour wore spurs.

 

Cowboys didn't invent them.

 

The kind I'm thinking of, the kind that spin in place, I thought were invented in America.

 

EDIT: Wow was I wrong. Apparently the French invented them (they sure did invent a bunch of awesome stuff incidentally): http://www.cowboyshowcase.com/spurshistory.htm

So in the NBA Playoff Survivor Series, the Jazz were represented by......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Harry Potter

 

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Here's the writeup for the Spurs vs. the Jazz, pt 1:

 

 

"Crikey, Hermione." Ron glanced nervously around the disheveled apartment. Empty bottles of butterbeer and dogeared copies of Nymph Fancier Quarterly lay strewn carelessly on the floor, along with a number of filthy black robes. "Snape won’t half kill us if he catches us in here."

 

Hermione picked through the clutter on their teacher’s coffee table. "Without the book, we’ll never find out what the ninth horcrux is. I tried the library, but Madam Pince says that this arsechapeau checked out the school’s only copy ages ago and never returned it. It’s got to be around here … aha!" She pulled a fat tome out from under a stack of overflowing ashtrays and dusted it off. Gold letters gleamed against a suspicious leather binding.

 

"The Necronomicon." Ron whistled as Hermione opened the book and began to read under her breath. "Well, bugger me. Look at this, Harry! Harry? You alright mate?"

 

Harry Potter had paused in the act of sifting nauseously through a stack of handwritten fanfiction, and was staring at the book in Hermione’s hands. He swallowed twice. "That … that symbol…" He pointed at the runic figure that occupied most of one brittle yellow page. "It looks…"

 

Ron followed his friend’s gaze. "That? The caption says it’s an Elder Sign. But … crumbs, Harry, that looks just like your other scar, the one on–"

 

"Quiet!" Hermione frowned in concentration. "I think I’ve got this figured out. To defeat Voldemort we’ve got to find some sort of golden cup, a goblet that belonged to the ancient wizard O’Brien. But the book doesn’t say where to find it, there’s just a bunch of gibberish." She proceeded to recite a series of strange words, syllables not intended for any human tongue.

 

Harry shifted uneasily. "Careful, Hermione." His face grew even paler than usual. "Are you sure you should be reading this stuff out loud?"

 

Ron put a comforting arm around Harry’s shoulders. "Not to worry, chum. Those can’t be magic words – they’re just guttural grunts and unearthly howls, not half-arsed fake Latin puns."

 

At last Hermione fell silent. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. "I’ve never seen this language written before but I think it must be Yuggmouth, the tongue of the great space-squids. No way to find out what it says, unless…" She brightened. "Harry! Have you got that gadget Dumbledore gave you when you first came to Hogwarts?"

 

"Of course! I conveniently forgot!" Harry reached into his robes and pulled out the Plot Device. He pointed it at the open book. "Rescuo narrativo!"

 

The transparent mechanism began to click and whirr lazily. Letters began to rearrange themselves, crawling about on the ancient book’s pages like ants. Hermione sighed. "If only he’d let us keep the Time Turner! We could literally have prevented every single bad thing that has ever–"

 

Suddenly, without warning, a convulsion in the fabric of reality sent the three young wizards sprawling to the floor. The room echoed with the sound of shadows tearing. The Necronomicon hung motionless in midair, the center of a rising storm of arcane energies.

 

Out in the courtyard, someone started to scream.

"My name is Ronald Bilius Weasley. I address this letter to anyone, wizard or muggle, who may yet be alive to read it. I do not envy you your survival. I see now that this world, and the human body, are frail and dreadful things. In a very few minutes I shall leave them both behind.

 

My voice quavers as I relate these words to Hermione's old dictaquill. Indeed, my hands tremble so greatly that I can scarcely even hold the wand that will, I pray, grant me escape from this horror into which I have plunged our sorry planet. Yes, I - I! It is I who am responsible, along with the late H. Potter and Miss Granger, for the unmaking of all that is right and clean and noble. Truly, our punishment is too light for the unimaginable blasphemy that we have committed. Yet must I unburden my soul before I commit it to eternity.

 

It began, as so many of my adventures have, in an attempt to defeat the foe who represented, until so recently, the height of repugnance and wickedness for all wizardkind. Voldemort - how pedestrian, how mundane an adversary he seems now. I am moved almost to laughter when I think that he - he! a man, a being of flesh and blood! - once was spoken of in whispers. To think , there was a time when such a petty creature wore the mantle of He Who Must Not Be Named! How gratefully would I now embrace a thousand Voldemorts in preference to thetruly nameless terror that moves even now through the halls of this very castle.

 

In truth I know (and how that knowledge torments me!) that I have witnessed only the least of the horrors that we have unleashed upon our defenseless race. What was the name by which Hermione called it? What was it that she screamed, in that last second before she was swept away in its hideous embrace Shoggoth. That was the name she gave the thing that killed her - for truly do I pray that she is dead, and all that she was truly extinguished, even as I hope that I myself may find comfort in true annihilation. The thing ... it was terrible, indescribable, vaster than the Hogwarts Express. A shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the corridor-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic house elves in its path.

 

But dear god! Would that such a beast, or its innumerable dark brethren that pour down in mad, endless hordes from the window in the fabric of reality that we so foolishly opened for them, represented even the hundredth part of the menace we have visited upon the world! Would that I had died before I ever saw the shadows dancing on the moon - shadows of great tentacles, shadows from extremities of time and space that no man could hope to conceive of and retain his sanity!

 

Hermione is gone. The Boy who Lived lives no longer, and my time too grows short. I hear a ghastly slithering in the corridor outside my door. So I bid you farewell - and most urgently do I entreat you: if the world survives my error, make every assurance that it is never repeated. Find that damned book, the Necronomicon, and put it to the flame. Let it destroy no more lives, as it has destroyed mine.

 

The door is shaking! I hear it giving way! The mirror stands before me; my wand is in my hand. Avada kedav--"

These are all medieval spurs and spin around most freely. Why on earth would you think america invented them? Cowboys are only a couble of hundred of years ago lol

 

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