It’s time. Time for our Dallas Mavericks to put the wooden stake through the heart of the Dirk mocking, fake coughing Miami Heat. Time for the pompous trio from South Beach to start thinking about what might have been if they hadn’t had a coaching and execution meltdown in the final 6 minutes of game 2. Time to consider what might have been if the King had not mysteriously stopped wearing his crown. Time to reflect on how wonderful their pre-season victory celebration was and wonder what a real victory celebration might have been like. Time for Good to triumph Evil.
Game 6 needs to be the final game of this wonderful Maverick playoff run and incredibly exciting Finals. We DON’T want to go to a game 7 – I promise. The numbers are overwhelmingly stacked against visiting teams in NBA Finals game 7 history. Digest this – the road team hasn’t won a Finals 7th game clincher since 1978 when the Washington Bullets defeated the SuperSonics in Seattle. That would have been a couple weeks before Dirk was born to bring some perspective to it. Great teams seize the moment and this is the Mavs moment, tonight. It’s Dirk’s moment, Jason Kidd’s moment, Jason Terry’s moment. It’s the moment of die-hard Mavs’ fans that endured an 11-win season and Ross Perot Jr. It’s Mark Cuban’s moment.
Can the Mavs lose game 6 and still claim game 7? Of course they can. But I’d rather not roll those dice.