As most of you loyal readers know, I love reading Dear Abby. I compare it to being a scout in the NBA. Most of the time you sit through long, boring, tedious games with very little redeeming value, but every now and again you are rewarded for your perseverance by finding that diamond in the rough. Today, I found that diamond. This is the actual question and answer, followed by what Dear Mavvy would have said.
Dear Abby: I suffer from food sensitivities. Recently, during church, I had some extremely loud and embarrassing gastrointestinal symptoms from having accidentally eaten something cooked in soybean oil at a restaurant. This disturbance lasted more than 15 minutes, and everyone in our small church could hear it. I am now embarrassed to return to the church. Is there any way to save face in this situation?
It Was the Soybeans!
Dear Soybeans: When the flatulence started happening repeatedly, you should have stepped outside until it subsided. However, because your concern is your fear of being remembered as the woman whose flatulence wrecked the service, you have no choice but to go back to the church and give them something positive to remember you by.
Abby
Dear Soybeans: Yeah, you're pretty screwed. You could donate $1 million to that church, and they would still say, "Fart Girl apparently wants us to buy more air freshener." Your first mistake was not realizing what you can and can't eat given the consequences. Welcome to my world. Do you think it's a coincidence that I don't mix Dr. Pepper and Mrs. Baird's Chocolate Do-nettes in the mornings? No, it's not. It makes me spend the rest of my day trying to cushion my air biscuits. I know this, and I plan accordingly. Also, I'm guessing this was a traditional Sunday morning service. Since I doubt that you went to a restaurant as soon as the rooster sang to get your waffles dipped in soybean oil, this means you ate this meal the night before. I would be praying in church that you slept alone that night. Your second mistake was not immediately making light of the subject. Pardon the pun, but when you find yourself up S**t Creek without a paddle, you might as well dive in and swim. I would have followed every fart with a glory filled "Amen!" or "Move me, Jesus!" or "Demons Out!" or even a hearty "Boo-Yah!" Then you would have been remembered as that funny girl that farts in church or possibly a Biblical anomaly that was touched by the hand of God. You could have been on Dateline in a week. In other words, listen up, Soybean Bomber: again, no pun intended, but you really blew it. Either learn how to keep your woodwinds and percussions under control, or unclench and join the symphony. And stay away from Dr. Pepper and Chocolate Do-nettes.
Mavvy
3 CHEERS: MAVS 89 vs. JAZZ 104
DIRK'S DIGITS!
Dirk got about 30 minutes of burn, shot 9 of 12, and scored 23 points. He grabbed 4 boards and got a steal, but this game meant much more to the Jazz than it did to the Mavs. Dirk was just staying warm for the playoffs.
1. Carlos Boozer - The NBA player most likely to be the next spokesman for Proactiv shot 12 of 19 from the field and 8 of 11 from the line for 32 points, 15 boards and 7 assists.
2. Deron Williams - The possible Most Improved Player winner and local Dallas-area kid scored 17 points on 6 of 13 shooting, grabbed 6 boards and tossed out 9 assists. I doubt he will win the MIP award because he's in his second year as a very high draft pick. Aren't you supposed to improve?
3. J.J. Barea - The Puerto Rican Thunder had 16 points on 6 of 15 shooting. He probably won't see much time in the playoffs, but at least he's making an statement for staying on the roster for next season.
RANDOM CRAP!
- I start the game off by sitting on the couch, pen and paper in hand, while my daughter combs my hair with one of the tiny brushes that belongs to her dolls. I can't truly describe the mixture of happiness and sheer pain that this causes me.
- Bob-O got a haircut. As Bob-O might say, the key to getting a haircut, folks, is to find someone that knows how to cut hair AND has a pair of scissors.
- Since Utah is a potential 2nd round matchup for us, it's disheartening to see us outrebounded 50-26. The good news is that we had 10 steals, and they turned the ball over 17 times. I guess if I had to choose, I would rather play Utah than Houston in the second round. I know that this game was an aberration, but some of those numbers have me a little skittish. Of course, we could be 82-0, and I would still be nervous come playoff time.
- Jerry Stackhouse and former Mavs point guard and current Mavs post game analyst Derek Harper have their own personal beef with Utah. Harper once passed on signing a free agent contract with the Jazz towards the end of his career by saying, "Would YOU want to live in Utah?" That drew the ire of Karl Malone and Jazz fans, who were mad that Harp just made them aware of the poor decision they made on where they chose to live. Stackhouse's beef runs a little deeper. In his rookie year, he punched former Jazz and current ugly white guy Jeff Hornacek about 3 times in a fight during a game. A few years back, when one of the Jazz players was waiting for him out by his car after a Mavs/Jazz game looking to continue an altercation that happened on the court during the game, Stackhouse dropped the dude with one punch. Earlier this year, Stackhouse got tossed from a game for cussing at Utah coach Jerry Sloan, even though Sloan was cussing at Stack first and nothing happened to him. Afterward, Stack said the Jazz play "coward basketball". In other words, it's too bad that neither Stack or Harp are playing in this game.
- The refs called a backcourt violation on Devin Harris, and I jumped out of my seat calling B.S. It's not that the call meant anything in the long run, but it was wrong and I knew it immediately. Later they show the replay, and the announcers agreed that I was right. They didn't actually say, "The Dude was right," but they addressed the error. This isn't a funny point I'm making; I just wanted to toot my own horn for a second.
- Interesting happenings: Utah's Boozer, the ugly, sweaty beast, falls down on defense, and then his teammate slips on the wide streak of perspiration Boozer just painted the court with. Jerry Sloan, who's a whiny little bitch anyhow, complains in a very animated fashion at midcourt about how slick the floor is and the lack of attention the cleaning crew is paying to the issue. Okay, Sloan. First of all, the floor mopper crew is generally comprised of kids that are dropped off at the arena by mommy and daddy because they aren't old enough to drive. Second of all, the ball was still in play, so no intelligent 14-year-old is going to run out on to the court in the middle of a bunch of gigantic men while they are still playing to soak up the Amazon river that your Sasquatch just spilled on the court. Third of all, why don't you tell your big boy to stop falling down on defense and spreading his stank all over the place rather than blame it on the kids that weren't even born when you started coaching?
- Speaking of Sloan being a little bitch, in the 4th quarter of a game that was obviously a blowout by the middle of the fourth quarter, where Avery sat all his key players and dumped his bench well into the 3rd, here's Sloan still playing his starters as deep as to 1:30 left in the game with a 20 point lead. If he had done that against Isiah Thomas instead of Avery, there would have been fisticuffs.
- There was a wicked storm going on outside the American Airlines Center that threatened tornadoes and baseball-sized hail. Arena security announced their plan to escort the players through a tunnel to a protected area. They also announced their plan to tell the spectators to remain calm. I'm sorry, but if I were in attendance when they suspended the game to whisk the players off to a bunker while leaving me behind to wait it out, how am I supposed to remain calm when I don't know if my team is truly safe?
- Jason Terry didn't suit up for this game, but he did take time to mike up and sit in with Mark Followill and Bob-O. He was great. This might not be going out on a limb, but JET will be a phenomenal announcer/studio analyst for some network's broadcast when he retires.
Dear Mavvy: I'm currently on a television program that allows America to choose who they think is the most talented amateur singer. Every week I suck more and more, yet they keep bringing me back. I've tried being extremely effeminate (my strong suit) and awkwardly masculine. I've sported a mo-hawk, a pony tail, and an afro. I have butchered every song I've ever sung, and I even participated in a blatantly staged gimmick in which a young girl cried hysterically over me as if I was Elvis. This time I performed a chick song during country week that wasn't even truly a country song, and I tied a bandanna in my hair that made it look like I was auditioning for a role on Petticoat Junction. I guess my question is, why am I still here?
American "Idle"
Dear "Idle": Clearly, you're name is Sanjaya. You're right. You're awful. You have no business being on this show. It's clear that the show's producers, host and judges are disgraced by your presence and intend to make fun of you at every chance until America gets the picture. But America thinks it's funny to watch you make an ass of yourself every week. The best thing for you to do at this point is to voluntarily quit. You will be saving scores of people that watch this show from having to endure you on a weekly basis. More importantly, you will be saving yourself from the cruel realization that will inevitably come that you aren't on this show because people think you are talented. You are a joke of William Hung proportions. I know you are young, so I can understand how you might get caught up in the hype or misconstrue the true intentions of all the people that vote for you. God forbid, even if you win, all your publicity will be the wrong kind of publicity. Please quit, now, so that you can save what very little dignity you have and I can have my show back.
Mavvy
Playoffs start this weekend! Go Mavs!


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