*insert embarrassingly girly squeal* Sorry about that.
Dallas is up 3-0 in the series. You know what this means? One more and we move to the next round. One more. ONE MORE. *seriously, breathe*
The Lakers had the momentum in the 4th. No question. I kept thinking, the sleeping giant is awake, followed by dig, Mavs, dig deep, you can do this. Of course I was saying all of this while guzzling sweet iced tea (not as bad as soda, though, right?).
No chocolate tonight. Literally could not chew. Far too anxious.
So, what do the Mavs do? They dig...deep. Three-pointers, free-throw shooting, Dirk, our bench, our coach, and just the whole darn team--playing with so much guts and heart and...and...and I LOVE THEM!!!
Sorry, again, for the girly show of emotion.
As a fan, I desperately want to see my Mavs win a championship, it's true, but more than that...I want this team to win a championship...I want Dirk to win a championship (this man--this humble legend--deserves to win so badly)...I want Mark Cuban to win a championship (he's more than an owner--he has such passion for this team, for Dallas, for the fans--you can't help but want to see him hoisting that trophy).
If the Mavs can keep this level of intensity going...