Cubes, Dirk, Mavs Straight Killing It at the Loon

Where the hell else should you go to celebrate in this town I ask? No where. You go right to where it all started with Dirk and Nash in Uptown, except this time you grab J-Kidd, Jet, JJ, Roddy, and the Custodian and pound those famous, loaded well drinks and canned beer and ball it up like only an everyman's billionaire knows how. Again I say, you think the Rangers would have partied like this if they beat the Giants in the World Series? They would have been reading bedtime stories in an airport-neighboring suburb faster than you can pop a champagne bottle. The Stars? They could have been celebrating in their uniforms at Black Friar and no one would notice. The Cowboys? Everyone knows they wouldn't be partying in the states with regular Joe's. You bet your 90's Triplets poster that this owner and these Mavs know how to keep it real.