Ok, I need some sort of Mavs primal scream therapy right now and basically my blog was established for just that purpose. Do I think that the local (and to a lesser degree, national) media should be digging through Dirk's proverbial garbage can to find the used condoms (which apparently might not exist in this case) to dust for prints? No. Seriously, everyone back the fuck off. I have a set of noisemakers that I am shaking in your general direction, press. And commenters on Dallas Morning News, this is your wet dream of a story. Please crawl back down into the lowest level of protoplastic slime caves that you usually call home. Seriously, EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE THIS IS AN EPISODE OF MAURY.
Now that I have said that: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? RIGHT NOW? REALLY? REALLLLLLLLLY NOT A GOOD TIME.
It was already not a good time for anything to distract you from the deep-ish hole you have dug yourselves into, Little Sad Mavs. But this is the last fucking thing you needed. You get distracted when someone at the concession stands has a laser pointer. You cannot handle a felonious baby mama situation. You are not the Nets or the Lakers or even the fucking Knicks for that matter. You don't do drama very well. I don't know the details of the case but Jesus Christ in Heaven why couldn't you have made this go away for a week or two until you either got thumped by the Nuggets or gained a little ground on them. You are down 2-0 in the second round of the playoffs. This is retarded shit that you should not be dealing with. I'm not one to lecture about where to put your naughty bits but if you know you've got some dirty water coming down the pipeline, you've got the money and resources to direct the flow. I hope I am wrong. I hope personal turmoil equals basketball sucess somehow. Yeah.
Mavs in 5.
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