“Nobody was
expecting billionaire entrepreneur Mark Cuban to be a runaway surprise on the
ABC reality show Dancing with the Stars,” thus began a blog post of a
downtown Manhattanite who sounds like a McCarthyite.
Cuban “wiggled
his hips, snapped his fingers, (and) lip-synched” as he danced the foxtrot with
his partner, ending it with an odd little hop that prompted one of the judges
to characterize him as a “bouncing bionic billionaire.”
Cuban’s
performance earned a 7 from each of the three judges for a final score of 21.
“Blackjack, baby,” the “lean, mean dancing machine” responded heartlessly. (I figure
he’s got diamonds, clubs, and – am I thinking too swiftly?)
Talk about
geeks gone wild.
“Now can I get
an encore, do you want more…So for one last time I need y'all to roar…” (That’s
Jay-Z rapping – even as his New Jersey Nets are dropping. That’s ironic and
this is anachronistic – Nero fiddling while Rome was burning.)
Cookin’ raw
with the Brooklyn boy meets servin’ Blizzard at
the Dairy Queen.
While Cuban
danced with his partner from Down Under, his Dallas Mavericks struggled to
position itself up there.
After playing
musical chairs with the Nets, the Mavs were left out in the cold doing the
cha-cha while their Western Conference and in-state rivals two-stepped their
way to the playoffs. When its franchise player went down and out for about two weeks, the team was all set to fall off, fold up, and call it a
season.
Nobody was expecting them to survive the shootout in the Wild,
Wild West, much more to be a runaway surprise like a lean, mean dribbling machine or a bouncing bionic basketball team.
But, last
night, the Dallas Mavericks clinched a playoff berth. It took a walking wounded
to spearhead an end-game blitzkrieg attack on the Utah Jazz. Reigning MVP Dirk
Nowitzki, the Stuka ace himself, delivered the precision bomb that won the war.
Not only did
Dirk give the Mavs their 50th win of the season, a playoff berth for
the eighth consecutive year, and a second straight victory over an elite team,
but the wailing siren of his dive bomber is bound to scare stiff every Western
power.
To translate
the deathless and deadly words of the great German general Guderian, “Don't
fiddle, smash!”
Like geeks
gone wild, let’s get rowdy, let’s get loud,
let’s be proud!
Go, Mavs!
