The Dallas Mavericks lost the NBA Championship. Of course the finals were kind of a big deal here being that the locals are crazy for their Mavs. I would have liked them to win since they are a Texas team, and even despite the fact that their owner tends to be a spoiled brat. It was apparent by game five that there was a pattern. I watched the first two games, and the Mavs won those first two games. I did not watch the next three games, and the Mavs lost those three games. Thus, when I watch, the Mavs win. I’m clearly the deciding factor.

I informed my colleagues about this theory and they all agreed that I had better watch game six. I acquiesced.

Not only did I watch the game, I watched the whole thing. There was no slacking going on. No channel flipping. No phone calls. No nothing. I sat on my tuchus and watched. Things started out just fine as the Mavs took an early lead. Good, it’s working. Now they just have to hang in there with me and all will be well. But no, they had to go and get careless. Bad shots. Bad passes. Bad decisions. And they totally had it too. Gary Payton was useless to the Heat. He basically gave the Mavs the ball on several occasions. Shaq, as usual, was no more than a moving wall. What happened?

I don’t know, but I did my part. It was a good run and there’s always next year. Congrats to the Mavs for getting as far as they did.