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The Suns played their 82nd and final game tonight. My last home game was Monday. I'm relieved, honestly, that it's over. This season has been a mess—a hot mess punctuated by sporadic bursts of occasional brilliance, and I'm exhausted.
Sometimes I think if it weren't for Rafa, there's no way I'd still watch sports. I just...feel like there's a lot of suffering, and I can never decide if the moments of euphoria quite make up for it. My teams, I <3 them, but they break my heart. It was different with the Cardinals—it was relatively new, and I wasn't quite so emotionally entrenched. But the Suns have been a part of my life for nearly 20 years. Watching them come so close to a championship time after time, and failing, and now declining, has been very hard.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. Right?
I can't help missing the old teams, though. I will never get over my 05-06 Phoenix Suns, not ever. They were magic to me, and that was their chance for a ring. I'll never forget Boris and Shawn that season—they were the freaking Odd Couple, I'll never understand what Boris saw in him, but they were amazing together. I miss Boris and his accent, and Shawn and his spastic, uncomfortable interviews. And I miss seeing them interact with each other, groping and whispering and touching hands, dangerously obvious in spite of the crowds.
I don't think there will ever be anything like that again <3
So, for the first time in four years, I'll watch the NBA Playoffs and not give a flying fuck about what happens. No hope, no excitement, no heartbreak. It is, in some ways, a relief. After the Super Bowl, I don't know that I could have handled the inevitable disappointment. Bring on the draft lottery, bring on free agency. Maybe at some point I'll figure out how to move on from these things.
Sometimes I think if it weren't for Rafa, there's no way I'd still watch sports. I just...feel like there's a lot of suffering, and I can never decide if the moments of euphoria quite make up for it. My teams, I <3 them, but they break my heart. It was different with the Cardinals—it was relatively new, and I wasn't quite so emotionally entrenched. But the Suns have been a part of my life for nearly 20 years. Watching them come so close to a championship time after time, and failing, and now declining, has been very hard.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. Right?
I can't help missing the old teams, though. I will never get over my 05-06 Phoenix Suns, not ever. They were magic to me, and that was their chance for a ring. I'll never forget Boris and Shawn that season—they were the freaking Odd Couple, I'll never understand what Boris saw in him, but they were amazing together. I miss Boris and his accent, and Shawn and his spastic, uncomfortable interviews. And I miss seeing them interact with each other, groping and whispering and touching hands, dangerously obvious in spite of the crowds.
I don't think there will ever be anything like that again <3
So, for the first time in four years, I'll watch the NBA Playoffs and not give a flying fuck about what happens. No hope, no excitement, no heartbreak. It is, in some ways, a relief. After the Super Bowl, I don't know that I could have handled the inevitable disappointment. Bring on the draft lottery, bring on free agency. Maybe at some point I'll figure out how to move on from these things.
