One month and three days to go until the start of the Phoenix Suns Preseason! That’s one month and three days of anticipation, speculation, expectation, and, well… many other “ations” to be sure. But it’s coming. Can you feel it? The first home game will be fun and I hope to see some of you there.
The offseason, blah. This trade, that trade, things we don’t have. Things that we want, reasons we’re sad. Whoa…that was starting to rhyme. Dudley still tweets, Hill is still a family man, Nash is a badass in his sleep, Frye still laughs at everything and appreciates life, and so on. It’s entertaining (and smart for the professionals) to keep an eye on the guys in the offseason, but for me – just the basketball “girlfriend”, not the announcer, stat-keeper or credible confidant, it gets boring. Don’t misunderstand, I love reading all the articles, posts and comments on this site – with writers like Seth, Alex, Wil, etc…it’s hard not to be on this site every single day. But I’m jonesing for the real action. One month and three days…
Onward to awesomeness.
Semi-related, I absolutely love this time of year. I live for fall and all of the activities, holidays and other annual events that it brings. The perfect prelude to the coveted winter season (for those of us stuck living in the damn desert), fall always makes me feel welcome in the world again. Labor day, football, my birthday (what up), Suns basketball, the Taco Festival, Day(s) of the Dead, Oktoberfest, Halloween, the State Fair (which I’ve only been to once in the seven years I’ve lived here but I hear it’s okay), and so much more. I love the Valley in the fall.
Speaking of love and because I’m in a very strange good mood (despite having dealt with an ant infestation in my kitchen this morning)…
Bright Side of the Sun, I love you - all of you: readers, writers, editors, and, of course, Scott Howard (my soul mate for reasons I cannot exactly remember but could probably link to punching old ladies). I’m not good at posting or commenting during long bouts of boredom, but rest assured (or be very annoyed/afraid) that when the season starts up I’ll be so amped from actually SEEING the action it will be impossible to keep my thoughts to myself.
No comments necessary. Just waistin’ some time.