Still haven’t been to the Alamo, but I’ve walked past it at night. And it’s fabulous at night.
The Alamo closes at 5:30 p.m. each day but is warmly lit at night. It’s not a massive building, as most of you know. The size of a very small church, with a wall around the grounds. Trees, some of them palm trees, line the shrine.
It’s a great scene, which is why you see so many television stations doing live shots with the Alamo in the background. I still hope to get to the Alamo for a visit, but the day was packed Tuesday.
I slept as late as possible – not all that late – got some work done, rode the stationary bike and headed out to the Spurs’ press availability with photographer Sarah Phipps. The Spurs have a Thunder-like headquarters in northwest San Antonio. It was very fruitful.
Talking to fresh faces is always good. I was part of a large group that interviewed Tony Parker, Manu Ginobili and Tim Duncan, then part of a smaller group that interviewed Gregg Popovich. Ginobili is one of my favorite players in the NBA, to watch and to talk to, and Pop is my favorite coach. He’s sort of a Bobby Knight Lite; crusty, but interesting. The difference is, Knight is legitimately mean and angry. I think Popovich is putting on an act.
Talked with Popovich for 14 minutes, all of it fascinating.
Then we found a Sonic, I got a cherry root beer, and we headed out for the Thunder press briefing at Texas Military Institute. Even more media were at the Thunder; I don’t know why. I find the Spurs more interesting, but that could be familiarity. We’re tired of asking the Thunder questions, and the Thunder is tired answering us.
We headed back to the hotel to get to work, but we stopped at Chester’s for lunch. It’s a local burger joint that came highly recommended by associates of A.C. Slater. RFD and I had suggested Big Bob’s Burgers, where we ate two years ago and which was fantabulous. But we gave a nod to A.C. and went to Chester’s. It was good. Solid. Not as good as Big Bob’s. Not by a longshot. The burger was very good, but the bun was a little big. Generally, you’d rather the meat outsize the bread, not the other way around.
Then it was back to the hotel and work. I had to transcribe some interviews. The NBA did some of the transcribing for us, but not all. I typed a few notes, did some research on playoff games in which a player at least 38 years old scored at least 27 points, then got to work writing my Tim Duncan column. Didn’t finish until about 8:15 p.m.
Around 8:45 p.m., Jackie O. and I walked over to the Riverwalk for dinner. You can find a lot better places to eat in San Antone than the Riverwalk, but the Riverwalk is convenient and a fun place to walk around. We strolled around and settled in at Rio Rio Cantina, a place I’ve been a bunch of times.
Solid Mexican joint, with a good television to watch the second half of Pacers-Heat. A.C. Slater soon joined us. I had shrimp enchiladas, and they were mediocre. Then Indiana squandered a fourth-quarter lead. But the company was good, so all was not lost.
A.C. stuck around to meet RFD for a night on the town. Jackie O. and I walked back to the hotel. I was beat. But we walked past the Alamo, which was worth the trip all by itself. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go inside.