I close my eyes and listen.
“It’s short! But it falls to Dirk and he can...,” Mark Followill bellows from my TV, getting interrupted by greatness.
The crowd erupts so violently, so loudly, you can’t make out the rest of Followill’s call. Dirk splashes in another clutch basket to send the game to overtime.
“DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRK,” the Mavs PA announcer screams.
As I sit at my desk, pounding out this article, I’ve closed my eyes and listened to these words and sounds a hundred times on a loop. My heart beats a little bit faster each time I hear the snapping of the net.