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: 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.

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!!