Here is how it breaks down. The Suns lost Game 3 by eight points. The spread was four. Tim Donaghy officiated that game. Tim Donaghy was working for the mob. Tim Donaghy killed our season.
I couldn't remember this game initially, but after reading countless articles about this scandal, it started to come back to me. Remember the game that Amare was out more than he was in? Remember the game that ended with Suns fans doubting their own team? Remember the game that even unbiased media analysts noted the gap in officiating? That was the game we lost. That was game three.
The Suns lost by eight points. On average, the score in close games usually gets stretched out by about five points due to late game fouling. So, lets call it three points. One crooked ref. Three points. An All-Star on the bench. No one in the world can convince me that the Phoenix Suns did not get completely screwed in the 2007 playoffs.
I feel like a child who just discovered that the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy are all fake when his father had a heart attack in the Santa suit. That is the only thing that can explain my pain.
For weeks, Spurs fans haunted our blog, calling us whiners, babies, and a number of other things. Now, all I can say is I hope this fourth one felt really good for the month or two that they could legitimately enjoy it.
Tim Donaghy, in my mind and I am sure in many of yours, is now forever relegated to the ninth circle of hell. Steve Bartman, Bill Buckner, and even the Black Sox, they all deserve their place in sports hell, but Tim Donaghy deserves to spend eternity frozen in the deepest circle of hell, with his head being chewed on forever by the Dark Lord himself. Tim Donaghy has forever ruined the NBA. Tim Donaghy has ruined the Suns.
I can't wait for football season.