[Ed. note: This is a contributed article from Aliyaho Pearce. You can follow him @Aliyaho.]
DeAndre Jordan was a Dallas Maverick, unofficially, for a little less than a week. It was a thrill while it lasted, but it didn't last. The whole fiasco had the stink of the last four years on it. The unmistakable stench of coming up short once again.
I couldn't help but draw some parallels between the experience of a Mavericks fan and the absurdist play Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett.