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Yes that's right, yours truly found himself at a genuine pro b-ball whipdash where this big guy and a similarly polymorphic rubber horse were contorting and fidgeting like automated crackfiends, creating a surreal, jerky tension worthy of an aborted Svankmajer production. It was the highlight of my night, and I was surrounded by Drambuie sippin' pro football players and stripper cum trophy wives! Oh yeah, Mavs pummeled the Queens. RAWK!