I was sore last night. This was a magical season for a few reasons.
I'm from Phoenix. My father and I bonded over the Suns. We were poor and once he became disabled elementary school ticket specials were given to us every once in a while. We watched the Suns on a small black and white rabbit ears TV on channel 45, He had his first heart attack that led to his quadruple bypass in a triple overtime game when I was 11. I drove him to the hospital. We watched two days later in the bed on that same TV against doctors orders the next Suns game.
I carry the whatever it is that makes me passionate about basketball and the Suns are my heart. My wife coaches. You guys know. I've blabbed about it before.
Saw the last two games of the season the Suns played in San Antonio.
We saw Mavs/Clippers 3, 6 and 7 (live near Dallas and flew to LA). (Whole family vacation had great timing to allow this. My son (On the Spectrum) and I groove to the Suns. It's one of his foci in life. We flew to game 4 of Denver vs. Phx.
In downtown Denver we were waiting on a bus to go to game 4 and four dudes from their expensive loft balcony in a high-rise started shouting things about my weight and my team. We couldn't do anything and were in the open. I yelled up 'Suns in 4!' after about five minutes of being publicly humiliated. He pulled a gun out and started firing. I thought I was dead when I felt the pain in my shoulder. I grabbed my son and ran him towards them to the only cover. Got shot once more, and got over him and prayed that my fat fuck life would be worth something and the bullets wouldn't go through me and spare my boy.
After a moment of smothering and telling him to run I was going to stand and draw fire so he could have full cover. Told him I love him but then felt a sting in my foot. It was a fucking bb gun.
Felony menacing and felony assault charges and in court now on the shooter.
I can't tell you how fucked up I am on that. Massively. Anyway.
We got to the game late in the back of a police car. Ayton saw our sign and fist to chest saluted me (Domin-Ayton with his poster dunk the game prior).
My wife for my birthday took me to game 3 and 4 Suns and Clippers in LA. I had a rough time game 3. Got through it and game 4 was amazing. Ayton saw me (new poster) and my wife and pointed us out in the crowd and did the same fist to chest thing -- . His mom a few rows below us looked up and then we started talking.
We hung out after and talked a lot with her and his baby mamma. Great pictures with them. His mom asked to keep our poster she loved it so much and wanted to take it home.
In advanced scouting I took my son (he wasn't ready for LA being honest I wasn't either) to see Bucks and Hawks Game 6. Got to see the Bucks take the Eastern Conference.
We were going to go to Game 4 if the Suns were in position to sweep. That kept getting pushed back had they won last night my son and I were going to get in the truck and drive to Phoenix.
So bittersweet. Hopefully less bitter with time long-term.
That said I get to take my step-son to see Green Day (also on the spectrum but he has it for music) and then we're going 5 days Lolla later this month. Where Tyler the Creator and many more will be. We bond on hip hop, 90s music, and rap. These are his two favorite bands and artist. His first concerts ever.
It's great to be a dad sometimes. I'll be back on the Suns next year after we size up and go up against Nash and the Nets for more bittersweet heartbreak.