The Golden State Warriors

Josh Q. Public:  Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more.  The Bloody Red Baron was rollin’ up the score.  Eighty men died tryin’ to end that spree.  Of the Bloody Red Baron of Californy.  -The Royal Guardsmen

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Geez I step out of the room for a couple of minutes and look what happens.  I step out to watch a few Red Sox/Yankees games and this happens.  The Golden State Warriors are flapping the unflappable Dallas Mavericks.  NBA Action.  Courtside countdown.  I love this game.  I’ve been dying to write about this one.  It’s fan-tastic!  The Golden State Warriors are fan-tastic.  Baron Davis is fan-tastic.  Captain Fantastic.  Elton John style. Last I heard, everybody was Dallas Mavericking like this.  Last I heard, everybody was Dallas Mavericking like that.  Last I heard, everybody was Dallas Mavericking with a wiffle ball bat.  But, as the song goes, they’re on the run.  The cop’s got their gun.  And right about now it’s time for the Warriors to have some fun.  They’re having some fun all right.  Up three to one on the juggernaut Mavericks.  A heartbeat away from eliminating the juggernaut Dallas Mavericks.  My heartbeat’s kickin’ like a Saturday movie.  Some say it’s def, some say it’s groovy.  The Dallas Mavericks’ heartbeat’s kickin’ like a Saturday movie.  Baron Davis’ been def.  Baron Davis’ been groovy.  Groovy again on Sunday.  Another spectacular, game-saving performance on Sunday.  Late in the third on Sunday.  Warriors down by five.  Baron Davis.  Hand in his grill.  Ready to thrill.  Three dollar bill.  Pulls them within two.  Baron down on the other end.  San Francisco’s best friend.  Playing D to the end.  Stackhouse pulls up for a three.  But here comes Baron Davis with authority.  With authority like Brad Daugherty.  Blockeroo.  No soup for you!  Then a steal.  Keepin’ it real.  A steal to seal the deal.  You saw what happened next.  You saw Baron Flex.  Funkmaster Flex.  Flexed with the dunk.  Don’t fake the funk on a nasty dunk.  No fakin’ here.  Just shake and bakin’ here.  Money makin’ here.  Money Makin’ all tied up to start the fourth.  Towels waving in the fourth.  Close shaving in the fourth.  The Mavericks one foot in the graving in the fourth.  And indeed, the Mavs collapsed down the stretch.  Took an eighteen to five beating down the stretch.  You know the rest.  You know the Mavs are on the verge of going down the way a number one seed has never gone down before.  Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down.  I’m goin’ down down down.  Hey a wop a dee dum down.  Going down to a number eight in a best-of-seven series.  Whoa Nelly!  Who woulda thunk it.  It’s the NBA and everybody makes a run.  But I didn’t see this one coming.  I didn’t see this fun coming.  Coming on the run with a burger and a bun and a dish of applesauce on the siiiiide.  All I was know is, I have never seen such a display of speed, strength, agility and quickness as I have seen in Baron Davis in this series.  Playing like Superman in this series.  Faster than a speeding bullet in this series.  More powerful than a locomotive in this series.  Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound in this series.  Powers and abilities far beyond mortal men in this series.  If he keeps this nonsense up, the sky’s the limit.  Look! Up in the sky!  It’s a bird!  It’s a plane!  It’s Baron Davis!

Public Acknowledgements:  Beastie Boys, Ice-T, Associated Press, Yahoo Sports, Grimace, Seinfeld, Craig Kilborn, Hot 97, Bruce Springsteen, Keith Jackson, Betty & Wilma and Clark Kent.

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Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!

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