Go Mavs Go!

Fuck Shamu and Tim Duncan.

I'm ignoring the format of the page and I'm going to keep these pictures this size. This is a special occasion. As one of two real life long Mavs fans that I know, this is an important day for me. This is like when Dee Snyder told that kid's dad that they're not gonna take it. Well, Dee Snyder is gay and so is Michael Finley. Real men take things. Stealing is dope. We stole their souls.

And, I'm not being childish. You grow up. You ain't my dad.

If you're worried that I've blown my wad, don't be. All I'm saying is that somebody told me that they heard that Steve Nash was weak. Weak like Vito Spatafore.

As far as the game goes, all I can say is that San Antonio went through "the curse of the Fin Dog". It's not so much a curse as it is a reality. Michael Finley steps up his game enough to sign a big contract but fails to truly shine when it matters most. He's dead weight and shouldn't be signed next year. He's a basketball dick tease.

I've always wanted to say this...
better luck next year, San Antonio.