Some days you wake up and the sun is shining and all is right with the world. But let’s rewind a bit first.
Last night I saw Bela Fleck and the Flecktones at the Wilmington Grand Opera House, and after an incredible 3 hours of the best musicianship I’ve seen in quite some time (the thrill of seeing the Flecktones is knowing that you’re going to see arguably the best banjo player in Fleck and arguably best bassist in Victor Wooten, and Vic’s brother Future Man and his drumitar and nifty hat), it was time to go home.
After the first intermission of the Flecktones, Randy was kind enough to text me that the Mavs were up by 8 on the Heat. So after the show, I tuned my radio to 97.5 to check in on the game and was shocked, literally horrified, to find that the Heat were absolutely CRUSHING the Mavs. What. The. F.
It really pissed me off something royally that the Heat were just rolling over the Mavs, who seemed like they were resigned to their fate. I shot off a pithy third person text to Randy: “Mavs suck. no more nba for ace. im disgusted by the playoffs. really turned off by it all” and after ranting on and on about why Lebron is evil to my dog and sleeping fiance, I finally fell asleep.
The jist of my argument is that Lebron is like the annoying kid in your neighborhood who would brag about beating Double Dragon, only when you went over to his house, you discovered that he beat it using Game Genie. That’s all the Heat are, one big Game Genie.
Cut to this morning. I turned on my phone. Text from Randy: Mavs won. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? After calling Big Neil to confirm that the Mavs did indeed win and that Randy wasn’t just yanking my crank (wha?), I couldn’t wait to get to work.
I have never, ever been so excited to get to work to watch the NBA highlights. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to watch anything since the LOST finale. But unlike the LOST finale, I knew that these highlights wouldn’t let me down.
The best part? Dirk completely undressing Bosh in front of a national audience to win the game. Holy balls is that embarrassing to watch. It’s like watching a frightened child piss all over himself in a crowded lunch room. I almost feel bad for the guy. But not really.
I also liked how the Heat manned up after the game and admitted that they took it a little too far with the pre-mature celebration when they went up by 15 with 7 minutes to go. Here is Lebron and Wade on it, showing a rare bit of humility and admitting that they messed up:
Lebron: “There was no celebration at all.” Uh…
Wade: “There was no celebration. If it pumped them up, they won the game. Obviously it did something. That’s not the first time. It won’t be the last time.” OK then.
On to the thoughts!