The Warriors snapped the Mavericks' 17-game winning streak 117-100 last night, as likely MVP and unstoppable offensive force Dirk Nowitzki offered up an inspiring 13 points and 7 turnovers. The Warriors scored the game's first eight points and never really looked back, as the Mavs spent most of the second half down by at least 15. Jason Terry and Devin Harris led Dallas with 16 points apiece.

Perhaps most surprisingly, Stephen Jackson played a key role by being one of five Warriors in double digits, scoring sixteen. It's the first time he's played a key role in something not involving guns since he lost his mind at the Pacers-Pistons Palace Brawl. Frenchman Mickael Pietrus led all scorers with 20. The NBA, it's craaaaaaaptastic.

As for the Mavs, this was premeditated laziness. As a certified expert at mailing it in, I can promise you that the Mavs took the game off to rest their legs for Wednesday's huge showdown with Phoenix. Now they can battle the Suns without the weight of a big winning streak and be able to play loose and relaxed, with fresh legs from not doing anything more than light jogging up and down the court last night.

Because hey, sometimes you just need to phone it in. I understand. By the way, the next six posts on With Leather will all be YouTube videos.

I just got back from five days on the Georgia coast, and boy are my internal organs failing. Considering that there were no single women at the wedding, I laid the groundwork for both lung cancer and cirrhosis of the liver, and I got a vicious case of chiggers, this morning doesn't exactly rank as the best I've ever felt.

I missed a lot over the last five days, from the baseball playoffs to a great weekend of college football, plus a lovely Seahawks bye week in which Ben Roethlisberger and the Steelers lost their third straight game. Apparently men on skates are playing hockey as well — I need to look into that.

The best story I missed, of course, was the Stephen Jackson & Co fracas outside an Indianapolis strip club. Punched in the face? Check. Hit by a car? Check. Fired a gun into the air? Check.

Dude. You're just going out to look at some titties. Ain't no reason for fisticuffs or gunfire. And here's a helpful hint: when you have millions of dollars, you can hire strippers to come to your house, where you can probably swing the cash to also have sex with them. Oh, and you can hire one of your buddies to carry a gun so you don't have to. It's hard to enjoy a lap dance with a Beretta in your waistband. Believe me, I know.