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!!

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