I’m sure this clip has made the rounds at some point or another, but I have to give it for a little person capable of traveling on his face for 25 feet. This is why midgets can’t get even a sniff of an endorsement from the shoe companies; they’re all deathly afraid that one day all of ‘em will adopt this as there preferred mode of travel. I still can’t figure out how to do this move in the latest “SmackDown vs. RAW;” I think it’s square-circle-left while your characters stares at you longingly, pleading for you to put the controller down and go outside.

The Dallas Mavericks seem to have finally found their way after the Jason Kidd trade, having won five in a row after against pansies to improve morale and team camaraderie.  One recent exchange: 

"Germany has produced lots of champions!" laughs Dirk Nowitzki as he enters the locker room after yet another Mavs victory.

This spurred a discussion of between Dirk and Jason Terry about Max Schmeling's worth as a boxer in the 1930s. 

And then, out of nowhere, a third voice tries to settle the faux feud. "Yeah!" giggles Malik Allen. "And what about Hitler?" And all the Mavs within earshot crack up, another joke told, another victory secured, another intangible bond maybe solidified.

This is the sort of locker room talk that wasn't a story until bloggers showed up to blow every word out proportion, so of course people are huffy about laughter happening in the same minute that someone uttered the word "Hitler." 

Not me, though.  I enjoy a good Hitler joke.  Well, as long as it's not about gassing and burning Jews.  But if we can't laugh about the beer hall putsch and the Reichstag fire, then the Nazis have already won.  Hey, was Eva Braun ugly, or what?