Last night, after landscaping my front yard, cooking dinner and giving my eldest son a bath, I turned on the Mavs/Rockets game. Mavs were down two. Then JET hit a jumper, then Dirk, then JET, then JET, then JET again.
Why God Why? Why do I feel excited watching the Mavs again? Why do I let myself get sucked into what I know will end up as colossal disappointment again? It’s a paradox. Unexplainable. Kinda like how my buddy Chris can continue to cheer for the Astros, when I think they just started using negative numbers in the win column. But, I digress. Back to the Mavs.
I’m not naive enough (at least at the moment) to think the Mavs have any shot at the championship, but I do think they can beat the depleted Spurs. They’ve won seven of their last nine and are the first Dallas sports team in a decade to end the season playing their best ball. My biggest concern is that Cuban will see this as justification for adding one more piece to the puzzle instead of blowing the whole thing up like I believe he needs to.
Here’s some other ‘feelings’ I need explained:
* Why do I feel like I could beat JJ Barea out for the point guard spot?
* Why do I feel like hiring Tanya Harding to clip Dirk in the knee everytime he tugs at the left side of his jersey?
* Why do I feel like Shaq to the Mavs would be a good move?
* Why do I feel like Josh Howard has improved his trade value but will still play for the Mavs next year?
* Why do I feel like Rick Carlisle should legitimately be considered for Coach of the Year?
If you have any answers, I’m listening…
April 16, 2009 at 1:01 pm |
Now you’re just being mean.