games from my father

My late father left me two things. Six years ago he gave me his car. I had to get a regular job first and I couldn’t of done it without him. I still have the car but the other thing he gave me makes me think of him even more.

When he got sick and I spent more time with him than I ever had, we watched the Suns whenever they played. At first I thought it was good since we didn’t have to talk to each other. After a while I became a fan. Before that I had an attitude about sports. My father recognized this and was mildly pleased that I had expanded my horizons.

When I was a kid he would take me to Cobo Hall in Detroit to watch the Pistons. We used to cheer for Dave Bing who is now Mayor of Detroit. He is sounding fiscally responsible and I can cheer for that. I was lucky to grow up near Detroit, it’s like being from Vienna in the 19th Century, if you are an American musician.

I don’t know why I love the Suns and enjoy when they win so much. But whatever the reason, I have my father to thank.


Update June 19, 2010: Since the Play-Offs, this little post has had many hits. (Suns Fans searching the Internets for Suns stuff.) The weird thing is weeks after Kobe’s Death Blow, you crazy fans are still thinking about the Suns. It’s over. It is for me anyway.

I can’t stand to think that I soon might be hearing that Amare is leaving the team. This will be a crushing blow, even though I wish him all the best.

In my few years as a Suns fan, this has been the best season. It will take some time to get used to a Phoenix Suns without Amare Stoudemire.

If you are Googling yourself Amare: Please stay in Phoenix. You are the heart of the Suns.

Break up the Nash/Stoudemire weapon of mass destruction!?

What do you think? You Freaks!

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