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Game 60: Hive Live


Dallas 88 (37–25) | New Orleans 104 (38–22)

If you didn't have the pleasure of seeing this magnificent performance by CP and company, do yourself a favor and check out's highlights. After it loads, go immediately to the two minute mark. Now I know Shaq may have pulled off the "through the defender's legs" bit in the All-Star game, but at the two minute mark you'll see CP do it to Jason Terry on the fastbreak and then finishing with a dime to Rasual. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Don't look now, but thanks to this six game winning streak, we're now 4th in the standings. Granted, the Western Conference standings are constantly flux (the 8 seed is within 4 games of the 2), but it's nice to see us hitting our stride for the final leg of this season.

But what about the game, right? Amazing. Three Hornets finished with double-doubles (CP went 27/15, DX went 19/10, TC went 10/11) while shutting down just about every Mav save Dirk (who finished with 27/7). Heck, even the bench helped out, holding onto a three point lead for most of the second quarter.

Credit the Hornet's defense. The rotation was solid, holding the Mavs to a 5 for 21 performance beyond the arc (with very few shots having been uncontested). Most importantly, the Bees were able to shut down Jason "the JET is on the runway" Terry. Let's just day that the JET found it difficult to takeoff tonight, contributing 10 points and 4 assists in 32 minutes of play. It should be noted here that Terry usuall kills us. This has something to do with the thinness of our bench (the JET plays the role of sixth man in Dallas' rotation), but more often he's just on fire.


Despite the Mavs keeping this one close through the first half and most of the third, it looked as though road back-to-back finally got to them in the fourth, leading them to all but fell apart at the seams.

At the end of the day the Mavs just didn't have an answer for offense, which was firing on all cylinders. The Hornets shot a ridiculous 56% from the field and 40% from deep. The free-throws could have used some help (only sank 77%), but it's hard to ask for more when you're that hot from the field.

Couple of observations before I leave you:

  • Peja was out tonight with back issues. JuJu got the nod in his place and, while he didn't contribute a whole lot in 22 minutes, he had two filthy ally-oops.
  • Speaking of ally-oops, Paul connected with TC for at least three CCCs tonight. Two of them came on back-to-back possessions (as the crowded exploded in a deafening roar).
  • The Mavs came out playing really physical D. They frequently got away with holding DX (either by the torso or jersey), and they weren't afraid to foul hard in the lane. That kind of play usually knocks us off our rocker (see every game ever against the Jazz in the last 4 years), but we were able to stay in our shooting groove.
  • Josh Howard left the game at half-time with a sprained ankle. That sort of evened the field a little, since he was probably exploiting the mismatches better than everyone except Dirk.


  • Weezy showed up tonight. It's nice to see celebrities from around these parts showing some love for our guys. We usually just get Reggie Bush or Mike McKenzie (although for you foodies out there, Mario Batali was at the home game for some reason). Not that there's anything wrong with Saints players, I was just tired of the highest profile celebrity in attendance being Anthony Anderson (and no, I don't blame you if you just said, "Who?").
  • Sean Marks really doesn't get enough credit sometimes. His stat line reads a seemingly paltry 4 points, 3 rebounds in 15 minutes (in terms of per 40 minutes averages, that's nearly a double-double), but he did manage an impressive put-back on a Posey miss that really kept the crowd alive in the second. Heck, since we've been going photo-crazy all night (the yahho photo section is amazing), here's a shot of the Kiwi in flight:


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Composed to: Solomon Burke's Don't Give Up on Me

The opponent's take: Mavs Moneyball