After an entire season of kicking and screaming about not wanting to face the reality of a full-on tank, I had finally accepted that the way of the tank was the right path in my life. I watched a couple of Philadelphia games and embraced the tank.
So of course when I was at my lowest point, the Mavs decided to completely turn their season around in such a dramatic way that I’m unsure entirely what this team is. The helpless Mavericks from November and December are gone — in their place is a confident, swaggy ball of precision and flexibility.