That's the simple part:
Blow it up.
Dump Jason Terry for pennies on the dollar. Hell, I don't care if the Mavs still pay him, just get him off the team.
Package Dampier's expiring with Caron's contract, get those two out of here. I don't care who it's for. Get them out.
Sign Joe Johnson. I don't care what it takes, get him. Sign him to a max deal for all I care. The Mavs need a legit shooting guard, and though Johnson probably has only about two good years left, I don't care. Get him. We're not going anywhere anyway.
If you can't get Johnson, go after Ray Allen. Another five years, $55 million. Sign those surgically repaired ankles up for the long term, enjoy a year or two of a real shooting guard, and then figure out the rest later.
Sign Haywood to five years, $50 million. Lock him up through his late thirties, when he's probably only got a year or two left. Why not? It's not my money. Sure, he turned in a monster year when it was time to get a new contract, but I don't care. They need a center, and Haywood's a center.
Sign someone like Drew Gooden or Udonis Haslem for four years, $32 million. Why the hell not? The Mavs need a backup center who Haywood will clearly start over.
Clearly, the Mavericks won't put it together. This was a great shot for them, and they've crapped the bed thus far in a very frustrating way.
If I were Dirk, I would opt out this summer, and sign wherever LeBron goes for the MLE, and sit back and collect rings for the next five years.
Dirk would be the perfect foil to LeBron, since we all know Antawn is a poor man's Dirk anyways.
Hell, Cuban should just sell the team. Get rid of it, he had a nice run, but it's over.
Maybe pro basketball in Dallas should just fold up shop. They had some good times, some bad times, but it's not going anywhere. No matter how good of a team the Mavs put together, they can't do it, and I'm tired of getting my hopes up and having them dashed.
As for me, with the Mavs no longer in existence, I'll have to hitch my wagon to a bright rising star by the name of Kevin Durant.
The future's bright there, OKC is a cool city with young, likable players. Maybe then I'll finally get to taste championship gold.
Or maybe not. Maybe I should just stop watching basketball. After all, it seems to bring nothing but pain. Except for the Celtics winning it all on 2008, I can't remember the last time I was happy after the end of a season. It certainly wasn't while the Lakers, Spurs, Heat, or Bulls were winning. Maybe the Rockets in the mid-90s, I can't remember.
I'll probably just stop watching sports. Financial planning is more interesting anyways. Dollars and cents, numbers and data, they never let you down.
They never build my hope to a fever pitch, entertain me with dreams of underdog victories and sweet, sweet redemption.
Maybe there's a site out there called "Commodity Report," where financial fans can get together and write and collaborate on money matters.
Maybe they need a featured columnist for copper futures.