Heaven help us if the team loses a game, because all of those inferiority feelings bubble over like a Zumba dancer after too many Red Bulls.
It's not entirely our fault. The Mavericks by old-time NBA standards are a relative baby and there is a certain amount of jealousy directed toward teams that have a few more banners in the rafters than we have, banners that say "Champions." Meanwhile, our banners deal with how many straight games Bill the Popcorn Vendor sold out of caramel corn. We had a shot, and it appeared to many of us, even those of us who are clearly unbiased observers, that we were robbed, and we retain some hard feelings.
Sure when the team wins, we stand up in our chairs and yell for all to hear, "I feel more alive, I feel more focused, I feel more energetic. I'm on a quest to claim absolute victory on every front." Which causes a few odd looks in the restaurant, almost causing some diners to drop their cell phones. We proudly proclaim that Dirk has Adonis DNA, and how we don't really need a Robin because not only do we have Batman, we have the entire Justice League.
The thing is, we don't really believe it. We have been hurt before. We believed we could trust them, we believed the Dallas Mavericks were going to win the championship, and Mark Cuban himself was going to show up at our doorstep and ask if we could watch the trophy for a couple of days, and we had our hearts broken by the team on South Beach and then by our former coach. Nothing says "disappointment'' like four years of argument about whether or not it was a inbounds violation (it clearly was). We had already had our heads fitted for the crown. We would finally get to tell off those annoying fans of that team in San Antonio. Sure we have the satisfaction of knowing their team is named after the apparel of gay cowboys, not that there is anything wrong with that, but we did not have the chance to say, "Yeah we won one, and it was better than any of yours!''
This feeling of inferiority shows up every time the Mavs lose to a good team. It shows up when they play a bad team relatively close, and it shows up every time we think about the playoffs. The problem with that is, we don't enjoy the journey, the good games along the way. We are so stuck in thinking we are not good enough that we sometimes don't enjoy the little signs that maybe we are.
What we have to remember is even when the Mavs don't play like we think they should, they are still our team, and in the end they will overcome, because goodness and light overcome badness and nightness and David Sterness. We have to learn to move forward to forgive, and to calmly send well wishes even to the cheating lying commissioner. He may not like us but that contaminated little maggot can't handle our power and can't handle the truth. I wish him nothing but pain in his silly travels especially if they wind up in my octagon. Clearly I have defeated this earthworm with my words -- imagine what I would have done with my fire-breathing fists. I urge all other of our beautiful and loyal Mavs fans who have watched this team for the last decade to walk with me side-by-side as we march up the steps of justice to right the unconscionable wrongs that have been done to us in the past. Together we will overcome the fat weasel commissioner and his ruffian friends in San Antonio.