210, 8, 7.

Ed. note: First post in 10 months. Not bad, right? This post was written after the Spurs were eliminated by the Thunder in the 2012 Western Conference Finals. It was never published, because I never felt fully comfortable with it, and let me be honest...it was an emotional bitch to write. Also, this isn't the first time I've written a Spurs obituary, only to be proven wrong. So as the Spurs sit with the best record in the NBA, at 47-14, let us have a laugh at my expense. Killing off the Spurs too soon.

I sat back and soaked everything in.

The entire atmosphere like nothing I've experienced before. Staring aimlessly at the scoreboard, picking out all the random fiesta colored chairs in the arena, judging all the fans who didn't participate in the t-shirt whiteout. Even admiring the countless award banners won by the San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo.

In 10 years of attending events at the AT&T Center, I've never felt such helplessness or heard the arena so silent.

It's as if everyone knew this was the end. The Thunder had come from down 0-2, to being one game away from a trip to the NBA Finals.

The cries of, "I want some nasty!" and bragging about a 20-game win streak, had faded.

Everyone held a glimmer of hope that the Spurs could steal one in Oklahoma City and force a potential game 7, but reality was that OKC already had a nail in the coffin. Oklahoma City was Daft Punk: Harder, better, faster and stronger than the Spurs in every aspect. And in some cases smarter, with Scott Brooks shifting Thabo Sefolosha onto Tony Parker, neutralizing the Spurs offense.

James Harden, Kevin Durant and Russell Westbrook will be remembered as the three names that ended the Spurs reign as championship contenders. Solidifying them as the "old" team that analysts had labeled San Antonio as for the past five years.

So there I sat in Section 210, Row 8, Seat 7, on June 4th. Reminiscing and reminding myself of the last 15 years of excellence. Every James Harden jumper was a stab in the chest. Every point Kevin Durant scored, felt like it took a year off my life.

Ginobili's age, Duncan, Green and Diaw's impending free agency...all key pieces to what seems to be the Spurs last hurrah, could all be gone in the blink of an eye.

Nothing will ever be the same again. The golden age of Spurs basketball is no more. There's nothing more to be done, except to enjoy the Heat and Thunder usher in a new era of competition to the NBA.

The scariest part is knowing the San Antonio Spurs may never make it this far again. Fans have taken 50-win seasons and playoff appearances for granted.

Nothing can take away the accomplishments of this organization and the ability to argue the Spurs as one of the greatest franchises in sports history, as long as it's cherished correctly. And it can't be cherished until reality is accepted.

Reality is, Father Time is undefeated. The Spurs dynasty is his newest casualty.