The question is one that is posed to me on quite a regular basis. I guess people just get a sense that I might know the answer. Or at least point them in the right direction.
The question is, "What does it take to be a total rock star?"
Have you ever walked through a crowded arena, with nearly every eye darting to you and your entourage? Then, as you pass by, they dart again to look once more? Then they whisper to their companion, "Did you see that?"
Have you walked by a group of strangers while they shouted accolades and cheered you on as you made your way to your destination? Have you had people come up to you and pretty much ask, "How can I be like you?"
My friend, have you ever been a rock star? Maybe all you're missing is a simple t-shirt. Allow me to illustrate. After all, a picture is worth 1000 words;10,000 if those words are from a rock star.
You see folks. About 9 months ago, the NBA finals were being played. Our Dallas Mavericks had a commanding 2-0 lead. Then, Miami showed a bit of heart and tied the series at 2. It was then, in a critical game 5, that the worst call in the history of the world was made.
The Mavericks were up by 1 and Miami had the ball. Dwyane Wade had the ball, barreled over a couple of Mavs before pulling up for a shot. Dirk Nowitzki contested the shot but multiple replays show clearly that he doesn't come close to touching Wade. Wade misses. Game over...or so we thought.
But one Bennett Salvatore blew his whistle and sent Wade to the line for game-ending free throws. We have since discovered other character issues with Salvatore through the beauty of Wikipedia, but we will stick to the issue at hand.
The Game 5 win, along with dubious game 6 officiating which treated D Wade like M J, sparked Miami to a 4-2 series victory and the NBA championship. So as we made our way into the AAC to watch the Mavs take on the CHeat. We became rock stars. The backs of our shirts had the number 15, Salvatore's number, along with Salvatore's name. And plenty of Mavs fans got our message.
Many of them wanted to be us exclaiming, "Where can I get that shirt?"
To which we replied, "Sorry, we made them."
And now, like all budding rock stars, we are waiting for our big break. If the Mavs and CHeat were to meet again, it could only be in the NBA Finals. If that were to happen. We will sell our shirts to the masses, so that we may all rock out together. And of course to make buttloads of money. Like any good rock star would.
*References for poor officiating if you so desire:
http://www.82games.com/game5refs.htm
Great clips here of phantom fouls (caution: if you are a Mavs fan you will be re-pissed off):
http://www.ericfolkerth.com/wheneftalks/files/themavswererobbed2.html
Oh...and never hand out a snack called "Hot Nuts" to grown men. Of course we are going to act like 12 year olds.
