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I think that one day, without help, were gonna see him on TV.  He'll be leading the police on a county-wide car chase and at the end of it, we'll find he's wearing a skirt and purple pumps.   Sure, it's been done before, but Big Whistle isn't above repeating mistakes.   Especially where tall, white men are involved.

As off-color and unstable as it seems, it's the only thing I can think of:  Nellie wants to get in touch with his feminine side and he wants to do it with a tall European man who has a cursory knowledge of basketball. 

Why else would Nellie wheel and deal a small portion of the team away some unknown German player who's probably best likened to the second coming of  Shawn Bradley (without the height) and a spare-to-fair point guard from Phoenix.  It's the best explanation I can think of.  Either that or the Mavs are getting ready to tank the season already.

Nellie has brought enough white stiffs into Dallas to start a minority classification for them.  He keeps herding them in like a man collecting fetish items.  Why else ship away a perfectly good draft pick for this Nowitzki guy?  What has he ever done?  Nothing to my knowledge, except say that he doesn't really want to play in the U.S.  And would you blame him, given the team that's courting him:  the NBA's equivelant to the Flying Dutchman.  Appropriate, since Nellie probably relishes the comparison to something Nordic, caucasian, and male.

And while these are the enlightened 90's, this kind of behavior is bad for a professional basketball team.  Next thing you know, he'll have Martha Stewert in here redesigning the uniforms.  It's too late for "Don't ask. Don't tell."  It's obvious that Nellie's out of the closet and in the living room with his feet propped up. 

Please, for the good of the Mavs, Ross, Frank, someone:  Get Nellie some help before he brings yet another stiff to town.