Monday: Summer! (And Mavericks)

Worst case scenario: I have an allergy attack the day before the Spanish final (which also happens to be a Monday when half the school doesn’t need to come in), wake up with a runny nose, have the bus come a half hour late, and then… of course… the Spanish final itself.  The good part: I actually think I did pretty well.  It’s weird, when I’m sick I actually do better… wonder if there’s something in that.

But anyway, again I’m going to say that it’s been a great year.  I’m even almost-sad that it’s over.  The only thing I won’t miss whatsoever will be the six o’clock alarms and cereal every morning… but even that was (maybe) worth it for the good times.  And I hope I see everyone again next year.

Now that that’s done I’ll get to the main point, which is that the Dallas Mavericks just obliterated the Miami Heat in the NBA Finals.  First, give some recognition to the Mavs… they won for a reason.  It wasn’t because the Heat choked, it was because Dallas played as a TEAM, and I thought that a TEAM was what was supposed to win.  Not two superstars, a minor star, and a bunch of nobodies.  And it seems like even after winning his championship Dirk can’t go away unscathed… David Stern mispronounced his name when giving him the trophy.  I mean REALLY?  You’re the commissioner!  You’ve heard his name a million times!  Don’t use the teleprompter Stern, the ‘W’ is pronounced like a ‘V’.  Say it with me: Novitzki.  And then there’s LeBron, crying like the big baby he is, trying to tell the rest of America to go back to living their mediocre lives while he sits in Vegas clubs during the offseason, drinking martinis.  Again, REALLY?  This guy must be the biggest, hairiest, most-tattooed twelve-year-old I’ve ever heard… and that’s an insult to twelve-year-olds everywhere.  Hey LeBron, get some toughness to go with that talent and you may win your one ring someday.  You were mocking Dirk for being sick during Game 4 and he whupped your sorry eight-point ass, now the rest of America is going to do the same.  Good luck once those talents fade, because there is nowhere you’ll be able to go.  You’re not the King.  You will never be Jordan.  You will never even be Pippen.  Hell, you’re not even the best player on your team.  Here’s some advice LeBron, why don’t YOU get a life worth living.

SONG OF THE DAY: BEAT IT

 

I know you’ve all heard this before, but it just seemed so appropriate.  And it’s weird sometimes how Michael Jordan and Michael Jackson have the same initials (even their middle names match up).  And LeBron, you will never be as successful as either MJ.  Your entire team combined has less fans that a tenth of theirs.  Goodnight Internet, and go Mavericks!