For the first time these playoffs, last night I was able to watch a Suns game for an extended amount of time. What freewheeling fun! Their bench was on fire, hitting three pointers left and right, scoring a total of 54 points in the game, and ultimately beating the Lakers to tie the series at two games apiece.
As lame as it is to blog twice in one month about the same team, the Suns deserve it. In the past two weeks, Steve Nash has finished one game with an eye swollen shut and another with a broken nose -- which he set back in place himself mid-game, nauseating his teammates -- and still helped the team win both games! Their style of play is so much more joyful than that of Celtics' methodical professionalism. The Suns confirm that life is about the beauty of now, the importance of riding the moment wherever it may take you, and the carefree brilliance of letting the wind rush through your hair as you fly along the court, through the air or down a grassy hill. They're plucky and dashing, fluid and improvisatory, and charming and wonderful.
Among the exchanges I had with my fiancee last night, in between being mesmerized:
Me: "Can we move to Phoenix?"
Her: (Eye roll) "No."
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