It's Friday morning and I'm still reveling in the little Mavs comeback win over the Miami Heat on Thursday night.
At about 10:15 last night I was practically crying in my beer as I sat at the bar at The Dancing Bear. The Mavs were down 15 point and I was alternating between mouthing off about why I don't like LeBron James and trying not to think about the fact that the Mavs ship was sinking fast.
But then Dallas' Jason Terry made a couple of shots and Jason Kidd made a key 3-pointer to set up and even bigger Dirk Nowitzki 3-pointer.
This is the great thing about watching the game at the pub along with a lot of friends who are also watching and pulling hard for the Mavs. When Dirk hit a 3-pointer to put the Mavs up 3 points with 26 seconds left, I screamed like a raving mad man. But no one looked at me funny. I assume because many people were screaming at the same time as me. I didn't really notice. I was kind of caught up in the moment. Following my Tarzan impression, high fives were exchanged.
A few minutes later, Dirk went to his left, put home the winning layup and Dwyane Wade's desperation shot missed wide. More screaming. More high fives.
I repeat, that's the great thing about watching big games at a nice, friendly pub. Watching sports at The Dancing Bear feels to me like watching in my living room, only I don't have to clean up after everyone leaves.
