The Mavericks defeated the Heat last night. I’m extatic. All feels right in the world as good once again defeated evil and LeBron James was sent home packing once again without a championship. I feel so terrible for him… no really, I do…
HAHAHA! Who am I trying to kid? LeBron got what he deserved. Now when is the victory parade? When is the dedication for the Dirk Nowitzki statue that deserves to be built out in front of the Q? When do the Mavs come to town next year so we can give them a standing ovation? In all honesty, if this is what it feels like to win a title in any professional sport than sign me up. Even though Dallas is notoriously not in Ohio, I still feel like a victory for the Mavs was a victory for all of us.
To the surprise of no one, Dirk was named the MVP of the Finals. All he did was carry the Mavericks to victory in the series. He dominated the fourth quarters of pretty much every game, and despite his struggles in the first half last night, he was the key cog in putting them over the hump in quarters 3 and 4.
The victory over Miami also served as redemption for Dirk. Five years ago Dirk and the Mavs lost a heartbreaker of a series to the Miami Heat. This time around though there was no miracle comeback for the Heat. There were no heroics by Dwyane Wade leading his team to victory… despite the fact that he played his ass off for most of the Finals. Dirk did what Dirk needed to do and in the process solidifed his status as one of the greatest players to every suit up in the NBA. He’s no longer soft, or a choker, or the best player without a title. He’s now simply an NBA Champion, as is his sidekick, Jason Terry, his last remaining teammate from 2006 who had the balls to tattoo the championship trophy onto his arm before the season started to serve as motivation.
Not to be forgotten in all of this are the rest of the Dallas Mavericks. While Dirk get’s the majority of the headlines, and to a lesser extent Jason Terry, the Mavericks as a whole are the reason why they will enter the 2011-2012 season as the defending champs. Jason Kidd, who has endured years of losing and close calls in persuit of a chamionship finally reached the summit. This title will serve as the icing on the cake of what has already been a hall of fame career. Tyson Chandler, the back bone of the Mavericks defense emerged as the beast everyone thought he’d be when he was drafted by Chicago 10 years ago. JJ Barrea proved that even though he’s diminutive in stature, he has balls the size of watermelons. Not to be forgotten are Brian Cardinal, Shawn Marion, Ian Mahinmi, Peja Stojakovic, Brendan Heywood, and of course LeBron’s long time nemesis… DeShawn Stevenson. Yes, DeShawn Stevenson has more rings than “The King.” Life is funny like that sometimes.
Stevenson to LBJ after the game via T-Shirt: "Hey LeBron! How's my Dirk taste?"
The victory also gave Dallas owner Mark Cuban the title he had so desperately been hunting since he purchased the Mavs a little over a decade ago. He’s butted heads with David Stern, he’s fought with officials, and he’s made about a million moves in the process. Some were good, some were not so good, but in the end the only move that truly mattered was entrusting his franchise to the big German. Cuban hitched his wagon to Dirk and vice versa. The end reult is a championship duo that will most likely go down as one of the greatest owner/player relationships ever. And what’s not to love about Cuban? You can tell he legitimately enjoyed winning this title, as if the $hit bombs he dropped on sportscenter and a cigar smoking photo of himself weren’t proof enough.
The story of course though is LeBron James. He didn’t show up for the Finals at all. Game 6 proved to be yet another craptastic entry into the legacy of LeBron James. How and why he continues to fail in these situations is anyone’s best guess. I don’t understand it. No one does. He’s too talented to play as poorly as he did in this series. Depite that, he faces another offseason of tough questions and introspection. He should probably also think about developing a low post game. Eight years in and I think it’s safe to say that the strategy of shooting 3′s and driving to the basket isn’t getting the job done. LeBron will need to develop a go to low post move, fade away, or something… anything if he’s serious about winning a title. Then again, eight years in an he’s yet to even think about it. At this point it might be safe to say he’ll never really learn.
For the time being I’d like to dedicate a song to LeBron. It’s by a group of punk rock verterans who hail from the Dallas area and just so coincidentally are Dallas Mavericks fans. That’s right… It’s Bowling for Soup. I’ll allow the song to explain itself, but I’m pretty sure you’ll all get the point. Happy Offseason, LeBron! Cleveland Rocks!