Oh No, Dwight Howard

I am no sports wiz. I know a few things about a few teams. And when I don't know anything about either team, well, then I pick which team I like best based on the team colors AND/OR if the team has any especially good looking gentlemen.

I do really love basketball. I have been following the playoffs, and really only missed games when I was truly unable to access a television. But I did check the scores on my always faithful blackberry.

The Bulls-Celtics series was unreal. It brought me back to the glory days--the days when the Bulls dominated, when we knew they would win no matter what because we had Jordan, Pippen, Kukoc, Kerr, and even Bill Wennington. The Bulls almost beat the defending champs, and my second favorite team in the NBA, the Boston Celtics. Crazy, right? In fact, it's so crazy that I put off doing several papers because I wanted to watch the Bulls school my man, Paul Pierce. We all know what happened: the Bulls lost and I finally got my homework done.

Now I was going to whole-heartedly cheer for the Celtics. That was until I discovered a new found love for Dwight Howard aka Superman. Some of my friends and family know that it is my dream to marry a professional basketball player because I want to be able to wear heals. My friend Jene told me that, I could have ANY professional basketball player except Dwight Howard. Dwight is her man, and he's off limits. Apparently, Dwight is everyone's "man" because I know of a few not-so-single ladies who are his biggest fans. Anyways, I wanted to remain true to my Celtics, but I couldn't help but secretly root for the Magic. I'm sorry Paul, but there is now another man in my life.

Once the Magic defeated the Celtics, I didn't have to feel guilty about being an unfaithful fan. Everyone, including King James, thought that the Cavaliers had it in the bag. There was no way that LeBron James was going to let the Magic take the series. I bet my brother five dollars that the Magic would be the Caves. I'm not much of a gambler, but I should have bet him $500!

Everyone was saying, "Kobe v. LeBron in the finals will be like Jordan v. Jordan." Please! No one, I repeat, No one will ever be as good as MJ! King Jordan, not King James.

So here we are. My new man, Dwight Howard, made it to the finals. And there he is, looking so good but not playing so hot. Game 1 of the finals was tonight in LA, and needless to say, it was painful to watch. Lakers 100. Magic 75.

Dwight, I know you have a lot on your mind. Game 2 is Sunday, and you have much work to do before then. Maybe in your free time you Google your name just to see what people have to say about you, and maybe this post will come up. So, here it goes: You are Superman! Get it together. Get out on that court and dominate. You hear me? Dominate. Phil Jackson doesn't need his TENTH ring. And Kobe, oh gosh, please don't even get me started on Kobe. I can't stand him. You show Kobe who's boss. You got that? Remember: Dominate.