It started the moment I started playing YMCA basketball when I was 5 years old (roughly 1987-1988).
Living in the DFW area and being a young kid obsessed with basketball it was inevitable that I would fall in love with the Dallas Mavericks. My dad and I use to watch them on TV with him trying to teach me the little things about the game that I didn’t quite understand.
I was there when Derek Harper inexplicably ran out the clock against the Lakers in the Western Conference Finals.
I was there when Roy Tarpley snorted his extreme talent right out of the league.
I was there when the 3 Js (Kidd, Jackson, & Mashburn) gave us hope that a winner was on the horizon.
I was there when Don Nelson implemented the hack a Rodman move.
I was there when the Mavs decided to trade for some tall skinny Germany guy and Steve Nash.
I was there when Mark Cuban bought the team and signed Dennis Rodman.
I was there when Dirk led Josh Howard, Devin Harris, Jerry Stackhouse, and so on an so forth to the NBA Finals.
And I’m here now!