I can still remember the first Suns game my dad took me too. I don't remember who we played or if we won or not but I remember it as one of the happiest moments of my childhood. Sometime during the game my dad went to teh bathroom and came back with a purple Suns jacket for me. Since that game him and I had a special bond no matter what differences we had we could always talk Suns. Christmas for me growing up was not very green and red but mostly purple and orange with Suns basketballs, jerseys, t shirts even starting line up figures like the one above.
Even after I grew up, moved out and had gotten married with kids of my own I could stop by his house and he would be watching ESPN in his garage and I could sit next to him and discuss the current Suns news and rumors. My dad was from Michigan His favorite teams where the Lions, Tigers, Red Wings and the Suns. I never understood why. 2 weeks ago my dad passed away from a sudden heart attack and while thinking about him I realized I was the Suns fan first and he stood by me and from the looks of it discarded the Pistons as a team so he could cheer on a team his sons favorite team with him. It wasn't fake my father would stand up yell and scream at the refs, bang his hand on the floor if we took bad shots. he showed true emotion for a team that I took in. He did it to spend time with me.
My oldest is 4 years old not too interested in sports yet but I hope one day him and I can sit in a garage together and talk about whatever team he is concerned about. Not sure if I can let go of the Suns but I will do it in my own way.
Thank you dad for the talks.