Ah, yes. The red blood courses through my veins. I can now see the future all too clearly. Those Dallas Mavericks...ever the flies that buzz around the horses of the NBA, only to get swatted away when they make their presence felt, will now become a true force.
Don Nelson was handed the dictionary (and Dampier) to relearn the word and meaning of defense. The players now show their hunger.
But, what's this? In a mid-season shocker, Mark Cuban, in what has to have been called a drunken stupor trades Dirk Nowitzki for Ron Artest and "players to be named later, it doesn't matter."
Larry Bird is seen running through French Lick the next day naked and skipping to the lyrics of "London Bridge is Falling Down" before disappearing behind a bush where the pathological giggling was heard for the next 7 or 8 hours.
Mark Cuban then proceeds to give Ronny a two month vacation so that he can be legal counsel to Michael Jackson. Mr Artest loses the case when, in a fit of rage, bull-rushes the Asst. D.A.. He claims the voices in his head were "double-dog dared him to".
Artest comes back to the team just in time for the playoffs as the 5th seed in a anic matchup with Utah. They unfortunately lose in 6 after Michael Finley tackles Artest from behind and pummels his head repeatedly onto the court. "Built up frustration throughout the season," was Finley's explanation later on that evening.
When Don Nelson was questioned about the incident and their departure from the playoffs. His lone tearful reply was, "Where's my domestic beer?"