Wake Up People...This Won't Last Forever

The thing about history is that we don't appreciate it until it is...well, history.

I hit my teens in the '70s. I was a rabid Cowboys' fan almost from birth. (My crazy uncles saw to that.) But like nearly everyone else, I failed to appreciate what I had.

Then came the '80s. I lived in northern California from '84 to '91. Oh, the suffering! The Cowboys did not log a single win against a California team during that time. Heck, they didn't record many wins at all. Meanwhile, the lowly forty-niners had found Montana in their box of crackerjacks and were busy tattooing their own logo on the hindquarters of history.

That was when the greatness of those late sixties and seventies Cowboys' teams were put into perspective for me.

Fast-forward to the nineties. Same song, second verse.

And now we have these Mavs. These Mavs, for whom a fifty-win season is common fare. These Mavs, for whom sixty wins is almost a given. These Mavs, who just keep winning and winning and winning...

Sixty wins in an eighty-four game season is not to be taken lightly, folks. And the prospect of seventy? Preposterous! Stupendous!

We can quibble over the owner's penchant for complaining into the spotlight. We can fret over last year's meltdown in the Finals. We can worry about Nash and Duncan. We can lament the reluctance of the nation to adore our darlings. Or...

We can enjoy the ride. We can appreciate that we have a seat on the snazziest bandwagon going. The ride won't last forever. These things are cyclical. But for now, this bandwagon is rolling into history.

All aboard!