Waiting for Heat-Mavs

It's been a long time since I dug out the Roswell Rayguns, but submit to you that, pound-for-pound, "Coach, you were 5-79 last season, why the playoff talk?" may be the best opening to an advertisement, ever.

When the Rayguns first appeared, Eric Neel spoke the truth:

I believe in the funk and I tell you this: You cannot trifle with the funk, you can't just set it loose, in a commercial or in your head, and expect things to stay the same. Sure, it looks harmless enough, all wrapped in nostalgia like it is here, like it's a '70s thing, but the funk is bigger, nastier and more intoxicating than even the most intense blast of nostalgia ... and it cannot be contained. It is out there now, reanimated, in the air. It will proliferate, and it will change things. Squares will swing, stiffs will groove, the slow-down, feed-the-post game will disappear, and we will all be better for it.

Bring on The Finals.