I lived in Dallas for a short period of my life. It was not my favorite place in the world. Apologies to all of our dear Dallas readers out there, but your town is a bit boring. Social life in North Texas consists of going to a restaurant, or a bar, or a sporting event. Because of my affinity for basketball, my proximity to the American Airlines Center, and some dark, cold years of Timberwolves fandom, I frequented a number of Mavericks games during that time. Dirk was in his prime, Tyson Chandler was a monster, and Mark Cuban really knows how to put on a show.
Wolves 111, Dallas 87: Distractions in Big D
