This is a reprint of something Max Lucado wrote concerning the San Antonio Spurs and more precisely, the Admiral, David Robinson. I love guys like this! Incredible athlete but even more an incredible husband, father and child of God!
I think I know why. The Spurs have fostered the rarest of qualities
in pro sports: humility. Humility climbed off the plane a couple of
decades ago in the form of David Robinson. Bigger markets offered more
lights and hype, but David was content with playtime and victories. I’ve
called David a friend for most of those years. I’ve seen the rings he
won, the honors he’s received, but I’ve never seen a chest bump or a
court side strut. I’ve seen David pray often and preach occasionally,
but I’ve never seen him swing an elbow or get a coach fired. I’ve heard
him brag about his wife, kids and Savior, but I’ve never heard him
bemoan his salary or city.
David paved the way for Tim Duncan who quietly goes about the task of
winning championships (four and counting) and scoring baskets. Then
there are the covey of former Spurs who seem determined to love every
kid and visit every school in San Antonio: Sean Elliot, Bruce Bowen,
George Gervin. Classy.
I’m not going to overdo this. I’m a pastor, not a sportswriter. But
this much needs to be said. Every so often someone does it right. This
team did, and does. It’s good to know that humility is alive and well on
the basketball court. Even if the rest of the country snoozes.