Dirk: So, I reckon y'all know my Dallas Mavericks lost game 1 of the NBA Finals to the Miami Heat. Tonight is game 2. I'm trying to remind myself to exhale. When I look back at the game, I see areas the Mavs need to tweak (they're masters at tweaking), but overall they were right there with the Heat (until the 4th, really).
Dirk has torn tendons in his left middle finger (yeah, the bird. Ironic, huh?). He's not too worried about it--you think anything is going to stop this man? Not a chance.
Dale: It was the sputter heard 'round the world...well, at least around NASCAR...and Earnhardt Nation. On the very last lap of the race Sunday at Charlotte, Dale Earnhardt Jr. was leading the race--you could hear the roar of fans; my house was coming unglued. As he came around the final turn, finish line in sight, his car slowed. He was out of gas *THIS CLOSE* to the finish line. I can only describe it as crushing. I just felt so bad for him. Okay, okay, I was a little weepy. He wound up finishing 7th, so it was still a great finish, but I really hate his gas tank.
After the race, he was so upbeat and just so...positive...he's a good guy. You can't help but like him.
Dragons: So, after Dale's demon gas tank, Dallas' loss, and Dirk's torn bird finger, I decided to watch a movie about Dragons. What is it with me and things that start with "D?" Anyway, have you seen the movie How To Train Your Dragon? OMGoodness!!!! If you haven't and are looking for a fun escape--this is it.
The film follows a very un-Viking, Viking boy named Hiccup, who simply does not conform to traditional Viking ways. While everyone else strives to slay "evil" dragons, Hiccup befriends them and opens the eyes of all his fellow Vikings.
The film holds a 98% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, and I can absolutely see why.
I'm completely in love with this film--it's funny, smart, beautiful, and uplifting. The message is clear: Don't judge a book by its cover and never discard someone just because they're different. Warning: You will surely laugh, you may shed a tear or two, and you may very well feel compelled to applaud.