I've been having a blast watching the Magic make short work of the "upper echelon" during their west coast road trip, and the only thing that makes it better is how little the team seems to be stressing out about their new "elite" status. Take this behind the scenes look as your indication of how championship teams are supposed to behave:
"When Nelson isn’t busting on Turkoglu for his robe, he’s filling Howard’s suit pockets with crackers, Rice Krispies treats, Powerbars and any other kind of snack food he can find. Bogans mocks Howard’s selection of Victorian-era loafers by asking where he parked his carriage. As for Superman’s real secret power:
Among the Magic, Howard’s flatulence is epic. No NBA player clears out a locker room faster."
The mental image of Dwight Howard raising the NBA championship trophy, and then clearing everyone off of the podium with one of his "faster than a speeding bullet" specials is too good not to come true. (Reaches in his pockets, finding crumbled up crackers) NELSON! Get your ass over here!
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