Alright, so “Mavs in 4” has been my chant, my mantra, my everything these past few weeks. I gotta document this whole rollercoaster, start to finish, ’cause it’s been wild.
It all started with a crazy belief. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was counting the Mavs out. “Celtics in 5,” “Celtics in 6,” I heard it all. But me? Nah. I saw something different. I saw Luka and Kyrie starting to really click. I felt that defensive intensity ramping up. So, I boldly declared – to anyone who’d listen – “Mavs in 4!”
The Reactions
- My buddies? Laughed. Straight up laughed in my face.
- Online forums? Forget about it. I was a meme. A delusional, hopeful, possibly-slightly-unhinged meme.
- Even my own family was like, “Okay, sure, honey… let’s just enjoy the games.”
But I didn’t care. I stuck to my guns. I doubled down.
The Process
I started with a simple premise: energy. Not just the players’ energy, but my energy. Every game, I wore my lucky Mavs jersey (unwashed, of course, for maximum mojo). Every game, I had the same pre-game meal – a questionable gas station burrito and a blue Gatorade. Superstition? Maybe. Did it work? You tell me.
Then came the analysis, this part, I have to admit, went a bit overboad.
I found some regular season data that made me belive even more in my original prediction.
Game 1. The jolt. I believed, it’s all about momentum, and all it takes is one Win.
Game 2. The fire. Watching it, I started to feel it, Mavs were getting hot.
Game 3. The critics. The pressure was building, and I could feel the doubts coming in from everywhere.
Game 4. The payoff, and I was right. I was right!!! I was yelling, screaming, probably scaring the neighbors. But I didn’t care. “MAVS IN 4!” I shouted it from the rooftops (metaphorically, of course, I live in an apartment)..
The Aftermath
The sweet, sweet taste of victory. My buddies? Suddenly, they’re all experts. “Oh yeah, I saw it coming,” they say. Sure you did, pal. Sure you did.
The online forums? Crickets. Glorious, beautiful crickets. Okay, maybe a few grudging admissions of, “Well, I guess he was right…”
My family? They’re just happy I’m not yelling at the TV anymore (for now).
So, there you have it. The saga of “Mavs in 4.” From delusional ramblings to glorious reality. It was a wild ride, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find a new, equally improbable prediction to obsess over. Because that’s just how I roll.
