Sorry, Phoenix fans
Since 2004/2005, the Suns have been a fringe fascination of mine. My interest stemmed not only from their style, which begat their early Free Darko love, which in turn begat my heightened understanding of their dynamic, but also from Jack McCallum’s :07 or Less. That book was the zenith, I think: Not only were the Suns revolutionaries, they were smart basketball people, funny little liberal Canadians, confusing and likable and everything else you can want in an adopted rooting interest.
Now, of course, that dream is dead. It was on life support early in the year, and Steve Kerr pulled the plug when he traded for Shaq. The rest has been all funeral march. It’s a pretty sad thing.
What I forget in all this fascination and idelogy, though, is that most Suns fans just seem to want a team that wins. Revolution is great, and entertainment even better, but at the end of the day that stuff doesn’t provide the sort of visceral release that a championship can. My dreamy memories of the Jordan Bulls are far less about the man’s impact than about being up late on schoolnights, hugging my Dad and shooting nerf hoops downward like Scottie Pippen. That’s what any fan wants.
So, sorry actual Suns fans. I forgot about you. You’re probably way more upset than the rest of us.
Anyway, um, keep the dream alive! D’Antoni-Bulls 2008! Sigh.
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