Mark Cuban knows a thing or two about making money.
The song, best I can tell, is all about making money. Then again, maybe not. But in a scene straight out of central casting, Cuban steps out of an armored truck — license plate Vault XXL … anybody? — walks over to Dorrough out front of American Airlines Center, shakes his hand, hugs him — a right-shoulder-to-right-shoulder man hug — and ambles off.
I laughed, I cried, it changed my life.
The song’s pretty catchy, the backgrounds — pretty much all Dallas — are fun to watch, kinda like an episode of “The Good Guys,” and oops, wrong network, and the production is pretty tight — so good beat, you can dance to it, I’d give it an 8.25.
Cuban later makes another appearance, this one framed by the AAC, also known as “Mark’s Guestroom,” in a Mavs T-shirt, and OK, got it, you own the team.
His screen-presence is good enough, but it’s probably a better thing Mark Cuban knows a thing or two about making money.
He probably doesn’t have much of a future in entertainment.