Open Letter To Dirk
My Dearest Dirk,
So many moons have past since I first caught glimpse of you courtside of a Mavericks game at Reunion Arena. It was 1998 and you were swinging through Dallas on your way to a basketball tournament in San Antonio. You had that cute little bowl cut.
As I sit here and write this letter I think back on all the good times that we have had together in the last 11 years and it makes me smile from ear to ear. You know the times. We all know the times. The good times and the bad that we have all experienced together will always be burnt in my soul. We all have our favorites and not so favorites.
When I heard you were "opting out" of your contract with the Mavericks it almost made my heart skip a beat. Well, more accurately, it made my heart stop. I thought I was going to die. All my friends assure me that it is just a technical business decision. Dirk would never leave the Mavericks they say. 'Dirk is a MFFL' is what all my friends tell me when I confide in them of my fear that you might actually be in another uniform next year.
All I can think of is ways that we can make you stay. Obviously, Mark will pay you the dough so you won't go. That's a given. But maybe we could wash your car everyday and have your house cleaned by those professionals down at Maids-R-US. We can have someone pick up your food at Eatzi's so you don't have to sign autographs in the parking lot for an hour every time you want lunch. Or what about a full time cook that travels with the team. Or a full time foot massage person. Those dogs have to barking after all these years on the court. If I told you of all these presents and the love at which they are given would you stay. Would you?
I know you haven't really left…but please come back. We love you. We cannot bear to see you go. Our dreams came true the day you came into our lives. Please don't go. Our time together is not through. Sign on the line and be ours forever.
A Loving Fan.