Oh. I. Love. My. Mavs.
There is no question OKC had control of this game from the start. They literally pounded us all over the damn court. All Mavs' fans could hope was for the young Thunder to wear themselves out early and for the veteran Dallas team to close it out and show them how it's done.
OKC didn't tire. Neither did the Mavs. In fact, they found another cylinder.
Can we say: Dirk. Dirk. Dirk. The man is humble magic (the very best kind). 40 points. The shots he made...unreal. If you saw the game, I don't need to say a thing. If you didn't...you missed something special--something that words simply could not do justice. I'll just say this: MVP.
The Thunder led by 15 points with just over 4 minutes to play. What happened next is something of basketball urban legend. Mavericks came back. Mavericks forced OT. Mavericks won 112-105 and lead the series 3-1 as they head back to Dallas.
How did I handle this game? Ha, well, pretty much as I do every other game--I pace while my heart rate reaches the danger zone.
However, there was one slight difference tonight. When Dirk was at the line to tie this thing up, I began saying the following: "Ooooh! Oh my! Ooooh, come on! There it is! Yes!"
So, I unwittingly made pleasure sounds while watching the Mavs. That's new. Perhaps sports (well, wins by my teams) act as my aphrodisiac and I turn into Aphrodite! Ooh, I like that.
ONE MORE WIN...and the Mavs are in the Finals!!! GO MAVS!!!!!!!