As you may have noticed, I am now running on two blogs. I let this one die a bit because the newbie is my attempt to keep a pulse on the political sphere. Nonetheless, I don’t want to mix business with pleasure. Of course as most geeky kids who couldn’t grow past 5’6” and help the Suns overcome the West and bring a championship to a city that is in desperate need for a makeover, my business and pleasure are (drum roll)… writing.
The only difference, I want one blog to stand for poetic justice and the other to morph into what I hope will be a fair and balanced portrayal of news and reporting.
The only time I might be completely bias is this time of year. Yes! Magic might be the best point guard of all time, but Steve Nash comes a close second. No hardware, but the man has talent, passion and heart. I must admit that before this morning, I questioned the two-time MVP’s motivation and true desire to chase the most coveted prize in professional basketball, but after today, I won’t question that anymore.
I stopped watching the game yesterday midway through the third quarter because based on the tempo; I wasn’t ready for another heartbreaking season. You know the seasons before the Gasol trade where the Suns were the clear favorite to win but just couldn’t muster enough size to get to the finals. The style made famous by Mike D’Antoni known as “Seven seconds or less,” was fun but it wasn’t enough.
I got into the Suns for two reasons. One Kobe and Shaq started to act like infants following a 2004 debacle. Kobe got all badass and tatted himself-up amid sexual allegations — an image he swore against and shun early in his Laker years. The other reason…? My nickname in high school was Nash. Out of flattery, I started to watch his style of play in Dallas and quickly fell in love with the Canadian.
Then he moved to Phoenix and I moved to Phoenix. Yes sir we have a connection Nash you just don’t know it.
Nonetheless, despite our cosmic link, every year was the same. Win a bunch of games in the regular season but come short — literally — in the playoffs. The one year that I swore with all the fiber of my being that the Suns were going to win it all, “Big Shot” Bob takes out Nash.
Another bitter end only this time It wasn’t lack of effort but a league’s poor decision to suspend most of the Suns’ starting lineup and a disappointing move by, Horry, a player I liked so much…Everyone in Phoenix that I watched the sport with always said, “Well maybe next year.”
…eventually the New York Yankees of the NBA realized Tinsel Town had infinite cap space and signed the most underrated center in the league…the Spaniard Paul Gasol. When I heard the news, I knew it was over. Paul is something else and for a moment, I was all aboard the Lakers Express, but my nickname, at least at heart, was still Nash.
This year they made me believe again. Yesterday, through my own fault I bought the notion that the Suns had no chance. I missed a nail bitter and Alvin Gentry hugging a crying Nash. That image spoke a thousand words and personified the many seasons I followed Steve. The man I thought just played for the fun of it, showed the heart of a champion. Nash, 113 playoff games without a ring, but he is the best point-guard of this era and second all-time. A true ambassador of the sport—screw the haters, Steve Nash is the greatest point guard of all-time. He will be an instant hall of famer, not when he takes off his jersey, but the moment the fourth-quarter buzzer goes off his final season.
The only difference, I want one blog to stand for poetic justice and the other to morph into what I hope will be a fair and balanced portrayal of news and reporting.
The only time I might be completely bias is this time of year. Yes! Magic might be the best point guard of all time, but Steve Nash comes a close second. No hardware, but the man has talent, passion and heart. I must admit that before this morning, I questioned the two-time MVP’s motivation and true desire to chase the most coveted prize in professional basketball, but after today, I won’t question that anymore.
I stopped watching the game yesterday midway through the third quarter because based on the tempo; I wasn’t ready for another heartbreaking season. You know the seasons before the Gasol trade where the Suns were the clear favorite to win but just couldn’t muster enough size to get to the finals. The style made famous by Mike D’Antoni known as “Seven seconds or less,” was fun but it wasn’t enough.
I got into the Suns for two reasons. One Kobe and Shaq started to act like infants following a 2004 debacle. Kobe got all badass and tatted himself-up amid sexual allegations — an image he swore against and shun early in his Laker years. The other reason…? My nickname in high school was Nash. Out of flattery, I started to watch his style of play in Dallas and quickly fell in love with the Canadian.
Then he moved to Phoenix and I moved to Phoenix. Yes sir we have a connection Nash you just don’t know it.
Nonetheless, despite our cosmic link, every year was the same. Win a bunch of games in the regular season but come short — literally — in the playoffs. The one year that I swore with all the fiber of my being that the Suns were going to win it all, “Big Shot” Bob takes out Nash.
Another bitter end only this time It wasn’t lack of effort but a league’s poor decision to suspend most of the Suns’ starting lineup and a disappointing move by, Horry, a player I liked so much…Everyone in Phoenix that I watched the sport with always said, “Well maybe next year.”
…eventually the New York Yankees of the NBA realized Tinsel Town had infinite cap space and signed the most underrated center in the league…the Spaniard Paul Gasol. When I heard the news, I knew it was over. Paul is something else and for a moment, I was all aboard the Lakers Express, but my nickname, at least at heart, was still Nash.
This year they made me believe again. Yesterday, through my own fault I bought the notion that the Suns had no chance. I missed a nail bitter and Alvin Gentry hugging a crying Nash. That image spoke a thousand words and personified the many seasons I followed Steve. The man I thought just played for the fun of it, showed the heart of a champion. Nash, 113 playoff games without a ring, but he is the best point-guard of this era and second all-time. A true ambassador of the sport—screw the haters, Steve Nash is the greatest point guard of all-time. He will be an instant hall of famer, not when he takes off his jersey, but the moment the fourth-quarter buzzer goes off his final season.
(Picture is mine. Took it last year at a game that, despite the loss, made me feel like a child again)
1 comment:
You know I wish I had your passion for things, right?
Other than yarn, that is, because I don't think anyone can beat me in that arena.
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