MIAMI, FLORIDA - MARCH 23: Victor Wembanyama #1 of the San Antonio Spurs reacts during the second quarter of the game against the Miami Heat at Kaseya Center on March 23, 2026 in Miami, Florida. NOTE TO USER: User expressly acknowledges and agrees that, by downloading and or using this photogr aph, User is consenting to the terms and conditions of the Getty Images License Agreement. (Photo by Megan Briggs/Getty Images) | Getty Images They’re 16-2 since the All-Star break. They’re relatively healthy. They seem like they’re not only rounding into form but, quite possibly, existing in the roundest form any of us could’ve possibly imagined. I found myself at various times during the broadcast almost wanting to turn it off because it felt too bright. Too pure. Almost like we weren’t meant to be seeing this yet. As always, my caveat here is that I’m an anxious person. When things are going too well, I get suspicious almost immediately. What do you mean they’re ready to win the title? You’re comparing Victor to who? No. Nope. Doesn’t add up. Something’s amiss. If this isn’t you, congrats! I’m sure you’re having a wonderful time basking in the glow of this deliriously happy run of basketball. You’re having a better time than me and I’m well aware of it. If this is you, well, get on in here, brother and hug it out. Our team hasn’t been this good in years! It’s driving us nuts! Truly, it’s a surreal experience to sit down and watch something you love and, against your better judgment, desperately try to poke holes in it. It’s made only more bizarre when you can’t find any. Last night was billed as a test. On the road, against a talented team fighting for their playoff lives. The Spurs didn’t need this game the way the Heat desperately did. This was a classic setup for us to wander into a Heat Culture™ landmine and simply get outworked. From the jump, it felt like that might happen. The Heat came out in a nonstop sprint, and instead of slowing things down, the Spurs decided to match them. The game was breathless at times. Back and forth, up and down. Fast and sloppy and difficult to track. It was like getting thrown in a cage with a steak and a starving wildcat and being told “don’t let him get that steak.” I kept waiting for the Spurs to put their hands up and say, “you know what, we have bigger fish to fry.” Instead they led wire to wire, up by 30 at their peak, the largest road margin any team has had in Miami all season. My assumption for the last few weeks has been that Wemby’s heater would die out any minute. Surely Bam Adebayo and the Heat would find a way to stifle him. What’s that? He had 26 points, 15 rebounds, and 5 blocks, and became just the third player in NBA history to reach 4,000 points and 300 three-pointers in their first 175 career games? Ok then. The Spurs are vulnerable when Vic has to come out though, right? That’s the part where it all unravels. Except it didn’t. It actually got worse for Miami. Keldon Johnson and Dylan Harper combined for 42 off the bench. Carter Bryant wreaked havoc on the Heat’s athletic wings. Harrison Barnes looked spry. Luke Kornet held down the fort. The second unit didn’t just hold serve, they buried them. The Spurs grabbed 17 offensive rebounds to Miami’s 6, a relentless physical edge that turned every missed shot into a threat and generated extra possessions all night. The Spurs won the paint 60-40, collapsing Miami’s interior on offense. At every turn, every moment, when I had a question, the Spurs had an answer. So… I guess that’s it. The Spurs solved basketball. Let’s go home, yeah? I genuinely can’t put my finger on why this lack of flaws puts me on edge. It’s like, if I could just say “well, the three-point shooting isn’t good enough” or “they just lack physicality” then I could relax. I would know exactly where playoff opponents would try to exploit them and I could focus all my energy into stressing out about that. I can’t, though. The Spurs have plenty of areas where they aren’t perfect, but they don’t have anything glaring. They have nits you can pick. They have theoretical blind spots. But they don’t have holes. They don’t have a weakness. Their floor is alarmingly high. I’m left grappling with known unknowns over here. Stressing about things like playoff experience and injury luck. I’m having genuine stress dreams about Luka dropping 60 on us in a playoff game. Never mind that the Lakers are probably going to guard Wembanyama with DeAndre Ayton. I’m certifiably insane, is what I’m trying to say. The answer can’t simply be that the Spurs are this good. Can it? Takeaways: Amidst all my unnecessary anxieties and worries about our very good basketball team, probably worth giving a brief nod to the boys clinching their first Southwest Division in a decade. Pretty cool! I don’t think any of us are rushing out to buy Southwest Division champs shirts at Academy this morning, but I’m certainly not mad about it. We’d rather be winning divisions than not winning them, yeah? 54-18, 22-2 since February. Again, the Spurs are very good, if you aren’t stressed about them then you are the correct one. I loved seeing Stephon Castle back in the lineup. I hated watching him repeatedly dive around on the court landing directly on his hip. It felt like that, didn’t it? It’s like he decided that the best way to prove he wasn’t actually that injured was to go out, throw his body around, and get to the line as much as possible. He went 9-of-10 from the line for 19 points, which tracks, because every time I looked up he was diving hip-first into the hardwood. Come on dude! Relax! Take the edge off! It’s hip to be square! Let me be the millionth person to point out that Dylan Harper has been out of his mind lately and we are exceedingly lucky to have him. Back-to-back 20-point games, eight on the season, and playing like a foundational piece of this team’s future. If I hear one more person say the Spurs should’ve drafted Kon Knueppel I’m going to…uh, stew about it internally, watch a series of YouTube compilations, and ultimately not do anything about it. You hear me! You’ve been warned! I don’t know how to describe this using words so I won’t: wtf man pic.twitter.com/C5YP6mXejP— Brett Usher (@UsherNBA) March 24, 2026 WWL Post Game Press Conference – If the team being good stresses you out, are you happier when they are bad? – Of course not, I’m miserable! Every loss fills me with a deep sense of agony. I’m still fuming about a game they lost to Chicago on Valentine’s Day in 2022. – You’re fuming about a loss from four years ago? – Yeah dude, it was a nightmare, they were playing pretty well and then just like, could not buy a stop down the stretch. DeRozan just picked us apart. – I’m almost positive your first child was born like two weeks before that game. – Sounds right. Look, they’re basically little potatoes at that point so, I mean, not much going on really. – Plenty of time to check in on a middling Spurs team starring Jakob Poeltl. – Exactly. ...read more read less