Llove Letters

I still don’t know if the Mavs can beat the Heat in this series. I surely do hope so, because I like the one team and. . . the other, no so much. I like a lot of the “old” guys more than the “new” ones. Maybe it is because the culture (e.g. when it didn’t take blood to produce a foul, and running your mouth to the official got you a quick ejection) of basketball has changed, or perhaps it is because I have just gotten old myself. I don’t remember Larry Bird mugging for the crowd when he made any number of impossible shots. I don’t remember Michael Jordan being brash,…