NBA BIG BET MAVERICKS VS SPURS

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Are you ready

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From the opening tip, everything pointed in one direction. The Spurs looked composed, disciplined, and flat-out better. And Victor Wembanyama? He was everywhere. Altering shots without jumping. Cleaning the glass like it was routine. Knocking down jumpers that made the defense look pointless.

Dallas tried attacking the paint early. Bad idea. Wemby swallowed drives whole, forced kick-outs, and turned the lane into a no-fly zone. Every possession felt like it had an invisible ceiling. By the end of the first quarter, the Spurs were up, Wembanyama had already filled the stat sheet, and the tone was clear: this was his game.

The second quarter only fed the narrative.

San Antonio stretched the lead with ease. Wemby hit a trailing three, then followed it up with a dunk so casual it felt disrespectful. The broadcast started pulling up graphics , defensive impact, rim protection numbers, plus-minus comparisons. The commentators stopped debating if he was dominant and started discussing how high his ceiling actually is.

Dallas looked overwhelmed. Missed shots turned into fast breaks. Hesitation turned into turnovers. At halftime, the Spurs were comfortably ahead, and Wembanyama looked like the best player on the floor by a wide margin.

Everything about the game screamed inevitability.

Third quarter? Same story.

Wemby blocked a jumper, ran the floor, finished over two defenders. The Spurs pushed the lead back into double digits. Dallas made small runs, but every time they did, San Antonio answered — usually through Wembanyama. A put-back. A kick-out assist. Another altered shot that didn’t show up in the box score but changed the possession anyway.

This was where most teams break.

Dallas didn’t. They just waited.

Late in the third, something subtle started to happen. Dallas stopped challenging Wemby directly. They stopped forcing shots in the paint. They pulled him away from the rim. More ball movement. More patience. Less panic.

The Spurs were still in control. But the game stopped feeling finished.

By the fourth quarter, the lead had shrunk. Not erased , just uncomfortable.

Wembanyama was still dominant. Still blocking shots. Still drawing attention. But the Spurs’ offense began to slow. Isolation possessions crept in. Dallas kept moving the ball, kept finding open looks, kept scoring without forcing anything.

With five minutes left, the game was suddenly close.

That’s when the bait snapped shut.

The Spurs went back to Wemby, over and over. Dallas let him get his numbers , contested jumpers, tough finishes and quietly won everywhere else. Rebounds. Loose balls. Extra possessions.

A Dallas three gave them the lead for the first time all night.

San Antonio answered once. Then missed. Then turned it over.

In the final minute, Dallas executed like the team that believed it could win. Calm sets. Clean passes. Free throws without hesitation.

The buzzer sounded, and the scoreboard told a story no one expected.

Dallas won.

Wembanyama finished with a monster stat line. Highlights everywhere. Blocks, points, moments that will be replayed all season.

That’s the cruel part of basketball.