CheekyMF! Sports: Bad Call.

The officiating from the NBA has been heavily on my mind as of late. I attempted an NBA ban, you know, for my health about two weeks ago, of course, it didn’t last, so here I am…livid with the knowledge that the thing that has most gotten under my skin as a Dallas Mavericks fan, is, well, gettin’ under my damn skin again. Bad fucking calls.

The Mavs fan has a storied past with the referees of the National Basketball Association. In the beginning, we didn’t have a great team. Time, (and a whole buttload of Mark Cuban’s money), changed the whole dynamic though–and we went to the Finals in 2006. This is really where the distrust started. The series was a cluster fuck of bad calls, cockiness on the part of some of the players, we lost. We came out of it with a big ass chip on our shoulders. Went by the name of ref.

I could give you actual numbers that show the point, as I have read them, pinky swear, but just from a fan’s perspective, gut reactions alone, the refs did tend to be a little friendlier when making calls on Miami’s side in that series.

Years have passed since that point, we have once again met the white whale and this time we came away the victor, but god damn it, if that lingering resentment towards the officiating still lingers–

Last week, Mark Cuban and Mavs coach Rick Carlile were fined a combined $110,000 for the NBA…in essence, for complaining about the refs. The last few games have shown an utter disregard for fouls being committed against our players and a somewhat light hand for the other team. The Mavs aren’t alone in this either, this morning, while lazily breezing through theBall Don’t Lie blog, I found myself horrified at video of a missed call from Saturday night.

The Game: Minnesota Timberwolves vs. Houston Rockets
The foul: Kevin Love (Minn.) against Luis Scola (Hou.)
There is a slap. And then there is a stomp. Game play doesn’t stop. No foul called. The big bully just goes back down the court to play offense.

I once saw footage from a high school game with rampant flagrant fouls. The comments on this video talked about how this boy should be “playing football or a real contact sport”, “just a bully on the court”, “why not wrestle?”…Apparently, this boy grew up to be Kevin fucking Love. And his high school refs might have just pulled a “Belding”. (The term for when the career path of an authority figure coincides with a single pupil or group of pupils or students.)

It’s not just one team, it’s the league. The officiating is just bad and even worse, seems heavily biased in some cases. I would like to be able to turn on ESPN, watch a game, and not walk away from it feeling slightly sick to my stomach. I don’t get the chance to see many Mavs games being away from Texas, is it really asking too much to be able to enjoy the games I do get to see?

To end this on a happier note, Mark Cuban, did a really awesome thing after handing money over to Stern and his cohorts:

Wanna fine him again, Stern? I know of a few organizations who would be very happy to take the matched donation….


Sports: I just wanted to see @swish41 with the trophy, MAN!

I don’t know why this is bumming me out in such a manner…After all, I didn’t win the championship myself. Why should it bother me so much that I don’t get to celebrate it with the team. OK, fair enough, you’re coming into this conversation a bit late so let me fill you in:

I came to DFW with the intent of seeing the NBA Finals thru, win or lose with my Mavs. I didn’t particularly want to come back, but fate brought me here so I figured I would at least latch onto the one thing I always loved about the metro-plex. So I did. And I really, really just wanted to see the Parade.

I’ve always loved Victory Parades. My parents were Cowboys fans so we went to every one that the Cowboys had. Always been a big fan of pomp and circumstance….it’s a celebration bitches!! But, I figured out….after hours and hours of dissection over my limited circumstances that going to see the parade tomorrow is just completely out of the question.

Is it so wrong that I just wanted to see Dirk holding the MVP trophy in person?

Sports: Dallas Mavericks

I’ve been refraining from calling myself a MFFL. Not because I haven’t loved watching the boys in blue play since I was a little thing. Not because I feel myself not to be a fan. Hell, my first homecoming game on a varsity basketball team (Disclaimer: I was 12 when this happened, private schools let you be in varsity as soon as they see you can play. TCAL is weird.), was played on the floor of Reunion Arena before a Mavericks game. (We lost. Much like the Mavs in their game. However, when we played the team at the end of the season, I scored the game winning shot to take us to State. Hell yeah ninjas. I was a lil ballin’ badass.)

I’ve loved this team through thick and thin and have kept up a massive amounts of superstitions in their name each playoff season. Hell, I came back to Texas to be here for these Finals. But I haven’t called myself that. Because if you are, you don’t need to.

If you teared up at the sight of Cuban on the bench as the game just seemingly drew out to much longer than that last minute showed on the clock….it just was. A really happy lil 12 year old came out in me the other night. The same 12 year old that played Spit with Mavericks logo cards up in the upper deck of Reunion Arena during halftimezies. That 12 year old got to see her team…the team that Jason Kidd started with that same year that she got to play ball on the big boy’s court…they fucking won. I’ve never been a football fan…baseball and basketball are games that made sense to me….and now, one of my teams are world fucking champions. And no one can take that away.

I ❤ the Mavericks. And win or lose in those Finals, I wouldn't say any less. They played their heart out and they got what they deserved. 4 W's.

I'm 99% positive this has just been a rant.

Sports: Haste.

The other night, I wrote a very quick little thing about the Mavs winning and how the wolf pack was a pack…blah blah blah. Now my ass is sitting in front of a computer, impatiently waiting for new used cars to be listed for sale and finding myself with a bit of time to kill and a nagging thought running through my lil head.

So Dirk got shit for heading back to the locker room instead of talking to the blond chick who can barely be understood anyway, after winning? Srsly? I get it, they presented a trophy and shirts and hats, and yadda yadda yadda….there’s still a few games left to be played guys. A whole round of them. With Miami. The team that is turning out to be the 49er’s of our time. I was proud of Dirk when they cut to him and he was walking back to the locker room. Good for him. He knows this isn’t done yet. And I would put money on him being back in the gym at some point on Wednesday night/very early Thursday morning.

I’m excited to see the Finals. Dallas is a well-rounded team from it’s tallest player right on down to ‘lil man, Mr. J. J. Barea. We’ve seen 20+ point games from a huge number of players on this time….if they double up on Dirk, Marion can get it to the hole as well as Jason Terry or even Stojakovic. This team is coming to the finals ready to fucking play. I can’t wait until Tuesday.

Go Mavs!!!!

As cute as the phrase is, we all know a wolkpack insinuates a pack and that is what we saw win the fucking Western Conference Finals tonight! So sad to see Dirk walk away so quickly, but it gave me a rush I haven’t felt since my lil ass was on a court. Yeah, we got this series, but the war isn’t done.

I gotta say though, I’m not a big fan of white whales….so I’m rooting for Chicago in the East. Fingers crossed!!

Sports: One Man Wolfpack.

I think it needs to be said that the first time I wrote this post it was utter genius. And then my iPhone proceeded to eat it. So here we go, bear with me, Round 2 is likely to be less as pretty, but what else can I do?! 😉

Watching game 4 of the Western Conference Finals was so hard. So hard that M had to change the channel. The game played out as though the only people who showed up intent on playing ball were Westbrook and Durant. I’m not sure what the Mavs were playing with out there, but it certainly wasn’t game. M’s theory was that if there had to be carnage at least we could spare our eyes from it. So we did.

The time ticked by with him intently studying something or the other on Wikipedia and me fidgeting. I kept myself away from my iPhone lest the urge to refresh my ESPN Dallas app every 20 seconds became too much for me to avoid….When the time came however, to check on the score and see if it was finalized, lo and behold, the Mavs “game” had made it through the shitty (I assume, it is after all, Oklahoma, it’s like the Seattle of the South!) weather and shown up to the town of Bricks to collide with our team….and especially it’s “One Man Wolfpack”, Dirk “Mr. Bitches” Nowitzki.

It had been a quiet game for Dirk and somehow when I wasn’t looking in the 4th quarter he blew the fuck up! We watched the overtime round. Watched a veteran team come out fired up and a group of young’ens that just didn’t know what to do with them.

The icing of the night though? Hearing the oh-so-anti-Mavs ESPN panel voice their opinions on changing their MVP pick. Dirk Nowitzki FTW baby!

Can’t wait to see this next game!!

Sports: Warning this may end up needing to be classed as emo.

It’s painful to love a Texas team that isn’t the Cowboys. With them and their legacy of bringing championships to the Big D, their fans don’t face the interminable challenge bestowed upon us lovers of Mavericks and Rangers. I’ve had the unwelcome luxury of spending the most successful seasons our teams have had so far (Fugoff, we’re not talking about ’06 right now), outside of the DFW media bubble and with the rest of the country…and the rest of the country thinks they can only succeed if the team they’re playing fucks up.

It’s infuriating that no one, shy of the commentators during the actual game, can seem to give this team credit for playing their asses off. Once the game ends, the party line becomes “Oklahoma really loused that one up!” (Yeah, I went with ‘loused’. Gotta problem with it? Fugoff.) I’ve watched hours upon hours of post game coverage at this point and nowhere do they speak of the incredible cohesiveness of this team on the court. They completely ignored that the team had at least 8 players scoring at least 4 points or more….even when Carlisle brought the shit up in his post game press thingy.

The Mavs lost game 2 because they weren’t playing ball and the Thunder was, although it did kind of come off as half assed until the fourth quarter. Game 3 was won because the Mavs played well, albeit better on defense than offense, but they played better ball. More experienced ball. Not because the Thunder let them win, guys. That’s just asinine.