A rectangular, metal sign never caused such an emotional outpouring of love and respect as it did to Dirk Nowitzki on Wednesday.
Then again, as the ever-humble, always-gracious Maverick legend said: “After my first year, the city probably wouldn’t have named a dumpster after me, let alone a street.”
From humble beginnings, right?
And so, there it was, in all its splendor. As Nowitzki climbed aboard a scissor-lift cherry picker (“I pulled a hammy getting in that thing,” he said later), he rose up above a lively crowd braving the chilly weather in front of American Airlines Center.