MIAMI — On the night he finally found vengeance, eternal validation and the highest measure of victory to wag in the face of anyone who had ever called him soft or mocked his cough, Dirk Nowitzki wasn’t going to let the world see his tears.
“Whoa, did y’all hear me cough? I think I’m sick.”
Best damned intuitive invertebrate I’ve ever known.
Not personally or anything, but still.
On the ice, I mean.
And then they go on for the gold, yet again. Damn. I think this was another sinister German conspiracy again, although I haven’t quite figured out how it works yet.
Somehow she had crossed the finish line 0.23 seconds before the last American, Nancy Swider Peltz Jr.
PS: And nice hockey match there last night Canada. Not. Doch.
Observing Hermann 