Raynaud erupts for 32 as Spurs cruise past Kings 132-104

The story here is the opening punch. San Antonio comes into Sacramento and lands one clean shot after another, building a first-quarter avalanche that the Kings never truly recover from. By the time the Spurs rip off a 14-point run in the opening period, the game is already tilting hard: Victor Wembanyama throws down an alley-oop dunk off a De’Aaron Fox assist, Julian Champagnie spaces the floor with a 26-foot three, and the lead balloons from a manageable start to a double-digit gap in a hurry. Sacramento manages to stay upright for a few minutes, but the Spurs keep threading the ball, keep pushing pace, and keep making the Kings defend for the full shot clock.

Maxime Raynaud is the engine behind the damage. He scores 32, grabs 9 boards, and does it in 42 minutes of constant pressure, punishing Sacramento from the midrange, getting to the rim, and surviving every counterpunch the Kings can throw. His second-half scoring keeps the game from ever drifting back toward competitive territory. The shot-making comes in waves: a driving floating jumper at 1:52 of the fourth pushes him to 30, then he answers again at 1:16 with an 8-foot floater for 32. He even adds a block in the final two minutes, which tells you how complete San Antonio’s control is by that point. This is not just a hot scoring night; it’s a player dictating the terms of the game on both ends.

The supporting cast keeps Sacramento chasing shadows. Champagnie hits five threes and finishes with 17 points, giving the Spurs the kind of clean perimeter spacing that turns every drive into a potential collapse point for the defense. L. Waters III is a quiet but deadly connector, knocking down a 3 late in the second quarter during a 10-0 burst and then drilling another from deep in the final minute to punctuate the margin. K. Johnson gets loose for a driving layup during San Antonio’s 13-point third-quarter spurt, which effectively ends whatever remained of the Kings’ hope. The ball keeps finding the right side of the floor, and the Spurs keep cashing in.

What makes this one feel like a full team beatdown is the distribution. Stephon Castle hands out 12 assists, and Russell Westbrook adds 10 more, so the Spurs are not just getting buckets—they’re generating them with tempo, spacing, and simple ball movement. Sacramento briefly shows some life in the second quarter, but every mini-run gets answered almost immediately. The Kings never take control, never string together enough stops, and never force San Antonio into a lower-possession game. Even in the fourth, with the outcome long settled, the Spurs are still stacking winning possessions: J. McLaughlin buries a 24-footer, D. McDermott and K. Olynyk swipe steals, Olynyk turns one into a running layup, and L. Waters III closes with another three from 25 feet. That stretch feels less like garbage time than confirmation.

For Sacramento, the scoreboard is ugly and the margin reflects it. The Kings give up 132 at home, allow San Antonio to shoot freely, and spend the night absorbing one run after another. For San Antonio, this is exactly the kind of statement road win that matters in the standings and in the room. The Spurs walk out of Sacramento with a 28-point victory, a 38-point lead at its peak, and a performance that highlights real offensive depth behind Raynaud’s breakout. If this group can keep getting this kind of shot creation and ball security, it changes the conversation around every matchup still in front of them.