I've been a fan of the Suns since I was a kid. I sort of dropped off midway through college, though, and have picked up in the last 3 years.
And I'm happy to say that it seems that when I'm paying attention, they do really well.
Now, I'm pretty ecstatic about their Game 7 Ass-Whoopin' of the Lakers. I admit I would probably have preferred a 4-0 sweep, boy, the Suns are sure aware that they're in Playoff ball. And what a series, too! Anyway.
I just have to keep in mind that, well, it would be pretty miraculous for the Suns to get to the Finals (much less win them). They don't really have a center. At all. They're always playing against people who are like 6" taller than them. It's amazing they've managed to keep their opponents below 200 points, if you ask me. So while my enthusiasm and hopes are not in any way diminished, I have to mentally prepare myself...
So the fever has hit me so bad that ... well ...
So Rachel asks me to make Mac and Cheese for dinner.
And I think, I ought to make some juice, too, because I'm a good little husband. And I decide on grape juice purely on the merits that I made a meal that reflects my Suns' colors.
I ... I think I've lost my mind. But it's all in good fun. Mostly.
 Currently listening:
Music for Our Mother Ocean: Mom 3
By Various Artists
Release date: 17 August, 1999  Labels: basketball, food, obsession, Suns |
