Well hello there, after being gone for nearly a month, it feels good to be back cramming my opinions on sports down your throats. For those of you wondering where I have been, and trust me, I know it has not been many, I was on vacation attacking rum inspired drinks for a week and a half only to come home and find out that my home had been attacked Noah’s Ark style by my upstairs toilet. So, I have been re-located for roughly four months. Now, who needs a drink? No? Ok, how about my 2011 NBA Finals prediction.
The talk all year long has been LeBron James this, Dwayne Wade that, Chris Bosh looks like the alien from “Predator” and let’s see how many ways we can make “take my talents to South Beach” a euphemism for something. Well, despite all the spite, the MoHeatos (tm, Bill Simmons) have been as good as advertised, ripping through the 76ers, Celtics and Bulls in convincing fashion. All the flack they got for not being able to close out physical opponents in close games has all but disappeared.They have the star power, they have the bravado, and yes the talent in South Beach to take home the title. But this scenario seems a little familiar. Like, say three and a half years ago at the Super Bowl familiar. Juggernaut team assembled with a deadly offensive assault, set to take on a severely under-regarded team for a championship. This reminds me a lot of Giants versus Pats, and that’s exactly why I like Dallas to take this thing.
Dirk Nowitzki (which, by the way, how in the hell does a “w” make a “v” sound in any language?) has been one of the most underrated superstars in league history, he will win this for the Mavs, and take home the MVP, but that’s not why Dallas will win. They will win because karma in sports is a mother. The sports gods smite the Patriots for running up the score on every team throughout their ’07 campaign. And they will certainly crash Miami, for a) that bs ’06 title that the refs handed straigth to the Heat, and b) for the Heat having a NBA Championship pep rally after signing two free agents before the league year had even started.
I mean seriously, what are we in, high-school? Well, it is James and his miscreant group of Super Friends we are talking about. But in the world of sports, a pre-mature pep rally is enough to damn you before the season begins, especially against a Mavs’ team that has a “w” for vendetta against you.
The call: Mavs in five.