Chris Paul: So now, children, if you'll follow me, you'll get a great view of the Statue of Liberty. The Statue of Liberty (Liberty Enlightening the World, French: La Liberté éclairant le monde) is a colossal neoclassical sculpture on Liberty Island in New York Harbor, designed by Frédéric Bartholdi and dedicated on October 28, 1886. The statue, a gift to the United States from the people of France, is of a robed female figure representing Libertas, the Roman goddess of freedom, who bears a torch and a tabula ansata (a tablet evoking the law) upon which is inscribed the date of the American Declaration of Independence. A broken chain lies at her feet. The statue has become an icon of freedom and of the United States.
When the Statue of Liberty arrived here, President Grover Cleveland, who was the best President in the league, said, "what the fuck, France? I know I wanted something tall, but this useless lump of shit is not gonna get me past Dallas. This big concrete bitch isn't getting us to the finals, FRANCE. We're not even a goddamn playoff country anymore!"
And France was all, "we gotta make due with what we got, we're financially insolvent! We had to be bought out because we can't make ends meet!" At the same time as all this, ALL of Grover Cleveland's friends went to go play in Miami without him. Ain't that some shit? Grover Cleveland's trying to do the right thing by America, but he keeps getting fucked over by the powers that be.
Then a fucking lockout happened, and Grover Cleveland couldn't be President for a whole year. Shit.
Emeka Okafor: So... are we still going to go see Spiderman on Broadway?
The Mavericks finally won the 'chip over the weekend, outpimping everybody.
The Mavs were a better-built team, they are better coached and their best player(s) played very well. Moreover, their owner shut his trap and fans (for the most part) did not complain about the officiating of the game.
After game 6, they partied their asses off, which I think we can all respect. They went to LIV, (where LeBron's mom was arrested a couple of months ago) and owner Mark Cuban spent $300,000 (but the stingy motherfucker only left a 7% tip).
Below are some of my favorite pictures from the party.
Dirk takes $80,000 bottle of Ace straight to the dome. No flutes for the finals MVP.
Your dad was at the party. He's the bald one with the tucked-in shirt. I'm also curious as to whether or not Ian Mahinmi had to pay for his own drinks. I would have made him buy a round of shots for every airball he had in the finals (that's four rounds of shots, people).
And of course, when someone loses $2 million by betting against you, you might as well be magnanimous and let him drink off your tab.
On the way home...
Then the Mavs did something pretty cool that we can actually relate to: they took the trophy to a local dive bar that has a reputation for serving extremely strong drinks and throwing my friend out when he pukes on himself. It is also the same place Dirk and Nash went on their well-documented excursion.
Brian Cardinal photobomb!
And of course, expelling the booze (note: this isn't at the Loon).
Unfortunately, nobody remembered to tell Deshawn Stevenson that you're supposed to stop drinking after a spell. He was arrested in Irving for public intoxication. Something so sad about seeing Abraham Lincoln in a mug shot.
One thing's for certain. The Mavs had at least one angel on their side.
Well it's been a long hard ride Hobbers, but we've finally reached our 1,000 post. If you know any of us you know that we like to party, so we partied in the only way we know how.
Honestly, it went really well. Stovall is a natural host, Icehouse brings the flavor, and once I stop hitting the hold button on my Iphone and talking over people we'll make millions!!! We'll have a pretty good show.
In the future we'll have some guests on with some relevant topics.