Probably my favorite catch phrase of the series. How's ma Dirk taste? Now slap that on a t-shirt and throw it on DeShawn's Stevenson's back and you really got something special. Really liked how Stevenson didn't back down to the Heat's childish bullshit last night. He had every right to push Haslem. Motherfucker was egging him on. There was a timeout, Haslem started walking towards the Mavs bench holding his arm up, and cut off Stevenson. Stevenson don't play that shit. Uh uh. No fucking way. And how bout 3/5 behind the arc. Straight G.
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