You may not know this, but when I first started stuff doing on CodyPowell.com, long before the days of Goulash, the only things I posted were haikus and limericks about the Dallas Mavericks. Why? Well, the Mavs were in the midst of a play-off run, I had nothing to do with my time, and I was drunk most of the time. Not only that, but I was living in San Antonio at the time, which is full of rabid Spurs fans, and I felt like I had to do something to put those people into place. If that takes a few couplets about Eduardo Najera, then I ask you to bring me my quill and my rhyming dictionary, and do not tarry in doing so.
Last year ended in heartbreak, but my wounds have healed and it's play-off time again. I have been wondering if this year's championship would have the profound effect on me that last year's did. I think this question was answered for me last Tuesday. I was out in California then, the very heart of the beast, and eager to watch the second game in the Mavericks/Sacramento Kings series. Being a bit of a rounder, I headed to the bar in the Holiday Inn for some overpriced beer and some adversarial compansionship. It quickly became apparent to me that not only did no one in there want to watch the game, but no one had the slightest interest in my profanity-laden commentary of said sporting event. This was completely obvious and yet, for reasons I cannot quite pin down, I stayed. Much like Walter in the Big Lebowski, I was finishing my coffee before I left. And so, after two hours, countless bewildered looks from the bartender, and a stereotypical Mavs tragedy at the end of the game, I rambled back to my room to drink shampoo and set my pillow on fire.
So, yes, I will be getting into the play-offs again this year. I won't be sending Don Nelson my undies in the mail last year, but I will shake my poetry leg a little bit. Try this one on for size:
Danny Fortson can't
shoot or pass, but he can eat
a pack of hippos.
And one more, in honor of tonight's game.
Game Three in Dallas.
Winning strategy? Send whores
to Divac's hotel.
Game on, fools.
Posted by Cody at April 26, 2004 07:16 PMEven though they lost, I got the chance to yell at Walker every time he tried to be point guard. Not sure if he heard me, but the crowd sure did.
Posted by: Pdiddy at April 27, 2004 12:02 PMlet them see the glory of my najera poem
Posted by: nunchucks at April 27, 2004 02:27 PMThe najera poem is in my email at home, I think. I will most def be posting the dirk and walt haikus we came up with today, though.
Posted by: Cody at April 27, 2004 02:37 PMhelpa homeless with your donations
Posted by: homeless at April 28, 2004 12:09 AM