Less than a week away from the start of training camp, and the Mavs just took care of priority A #1: Sign Dirk. I was going to talk about the Terrell Owens thing that's going on right now, but listening to the developments on the radio is starting to sound like if I listened to a telenovela on the radio. I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on.
1. I've always found it interesting that in the normal world, people generally choose not to discuss their finances or salaries among strangers . . . unless they're insanely loaded or pretending that they are. Perhaps that's why I can open my sports page and see that Dirk Nowitzki signed a 3 year, $60 million contract. But in my business section, I didn't see that Edith Bloomer of Ardmore, OK, was just hired by the Watson Burger for $300 a week. Regardless, Dirk's rich. More importantly, Dirk's rich in Dallas. Even more importantly, Dirk's rich in Dallas, and he's young. Dirk and the Mavs agreed to this deal right after the season, but didn't sign on the dotted line until yesterday. Not a bad sign, though, because Dirk called the deal a "no brainer" but needed to cart off to Germany to play hero to the national team before he worried about crossing "I's" and dotting "T's". No brainer? You're the young stud, number one player for an elite team that is coming off a Finals appearance, and they are offering you a contract extension that will mean that from 2001 to 2011, when the extension expires, they will have given you $120 million dollars. That's about as "no brainer" as it gets. Now we need to get him into training camp and let him show us how much better he has become.
2. Dirk signing means that the only issue still hanging out there before the start of camp is getting Josh Howard signed to his extension. Technically, we have all of training camp to get a deal done, but Mark Cuban has had a history of only doing contract stuff during the offseason. The start of training camp is the start of the season, in his mind, and if they don't get anything done in the next 5 days, they probably won't rekindle the talks until July of next year, when Josh is getting fistfuls of money thrown at him by just about every team in the league. I would rather get this done now, because the scrutiny will only build over the course of the season, especially if Josh continues on his growth curve. If they do get something done and sign him to a 5 year extension, which is the max, then they will have just about everyone locked down for the next two years. The only guys on our team going into the last year of their contracts this season are Jerry Stackhouse, Austin Croshere and Greg Buckner. Devin Harris will be due for his 5 year extension then, too. In other words, the Mavs are not just becoming the model for how to play basketball, they are becoming the model for how to build a basketball team. Let us rejoice.
3. Now I have to apologize. I promise that this isn't something that I will do often, and something that I hope I don't have to do often. I don't want to bring the mood down, but it's something that I have to do. It's cathartic for me, so bare with me. When I was 10, my grandmother on my mom's side passed away. This was painful, because it was the first time in my life that I lost a family member. That loss, however, turned into a huge gain for me because my grandfather, Roderick Vernon Gass, now living alone on his land in Temple, TX, would come up and stay with me and my family sometimes twice a month. He became one of my best friends during that time and almost a second father figure. I was 15 years old when he passed on, and 14 years later, nearly half my life ago, I still ache from that loss. My first car was his old truck that he used to drive around his land, a bright orange 1975 Datsun pickup. Most kids would have been embarrassed to drive something like that, especially in Plano, TX, but I was proud to drive my grandfather's truck. It meant more to me than any car my parents or I could have purchased at that time. Fast forward another 7 years to when I proposed to my wife in college. I met her extended family shortly after we got engaged, and I was introduced to her grandfather, Elmer Lavoy Bledsoe. Not only did the guy look like my grandfather, but he was warm, kind, and personable like my grandfather. He could be an ornery old guss at times, and he could be the sweetest, flirtiest little kid at others. Either way, he was a person that you wanted to be around. His biggest problem when he was diagnosed with diabetes was that the doctors wouldn't let him drink his Bud Lights anymore. In other words, I took to him immediately, and he took to me. Lavoy was laid to rest yesterday, Tuesday, September 26th, 2006. He was 84 years old. Lavoy, if Heaven has the internet, and you're reading this, then I want you to look up Rodrick Vernon Gass in the Pearly Gates Directory. I think you two would get along quite well. Good night, Lavoy. You will be missed.
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