Some were shocked last week when a Spur was caught in the crossfire of a bottle-throwing fight.

The stunner: It was Tony Parker in the New York club, not Stephen Jackson.

Jackson has made a habit of being at the intersection of wrong place, wrong time. And had he been in New York, partying at Parker's side, bottles would have likely flown in the other direction, too.

But San Antonio saw none of that the past few months after Jackson returned to the Spurs as the prodigal rapper. He was happy, content, even professional.

So what happens next, when Jackson's serenity is tested? What happens when he returns next season without the contract extension he'd always wanted?

Gregg Popovich might already have solved this with a simple phone call.

By all appearances, Jackson was a man at peace last season. When he didn't play, he didn't object; when he did, he played hard. He brought toughness to the floor and humor to the locker room.

The final image of Jackson might have been his best, when he tossed in six 3-pointers in Game 6 at Oklahoma City. "I'm having fun!" he screamed in the second quarter, but he could have been talking about every day since the March 15 trade.

Later, after he was called for a technical foul, and Popovich had screamed at him, Jackson defended himself but took responsibility.

"It was wrong on my part," he said, "but it was just my emotions."