Can you feel it? The Mavericks are here. Even when each day felt like a rushed monumental checkpoint in the march toward a new season, it’s still got me feeling like Tony Perkis.
In a jam packed season there will be inevitable ups and downs. We’ve scoured the first half schedule like Cage uncovering the Declaration of Independence, trying to pinpoint every peak and valley. We’re preparing ourselves for the off-nights that make us want to run through the streets rage-screaming (masked, of course).
But what about the flip side? What about the games when Dirk the Basketball God’s light shines down on us, and for a brief moment nothing else matters but Mavericks success and the ultimate destruction of our foes?