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DIRK! NO! WIT! ZKI!
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DIRK! NO! WIT! ZKI!
Clap! Clap! Clap Clap Clap!If you asked me 3 weeks ago whether it was a possibility for me to cheer for a Dallas team, I would have laughed in your funny face. Being a die-hard Redskins fan (yeah, no need to make fun...our record and reputation speak for themselves), it is in our BLOOD to hate Dallas teams. Like, if you caught me off guard and jumped in front of me as I was rounding a corner and really quickly screamed out, "What do you hate???!" I would instinctively yell back "DALLAS!!!" like a reflexive, knee-jerk response before actually realizing what was going on.
So it came as quite a surprise that I woke up one morning and found I had a man-crush on Dirk Nowitzki of the Dallas Mavericks. But, c'mon, is it really hard to see why? The guy's awesome. He plays fearless ball, makes shots that just should NOT go in (I mean, his style can only be categorized as "ugly" most of the time), and seems like an all-around nice guy. Admittedly, I don't know anything about his history in the NBA...I really just jumped aboard the Dirk Wagon right before the finals started. But I'm in for good. He's a great player that definitely deserves all the accolades coming his way. And when they win the championship over the Heat--oh, how sweet would that be, King James? huh? HUH??--I'll be doing my Dirk chant from couch (probably to the chagrin of my Wife and Mom, seeing how they care as much about the NBA finals as they do about the controversy over Pluto's downgrade from "regular planet" to "dwarf planet").
And with that, I leave you with one final thought:
DIRK! NO! WIT! ZKI!
Clap! Clap! Clap Clap Clap!
