Wednesday, April 30, 2008
7 in the 4th
Turnovers that is. Are you kidding me? How on earth were we supposed to grab hold of the coveted title when there are SEVEN turnovers in the 4th quarter?! And Nash, 3 of his own in the last 2 minutes... could he not hear me yelling at him to chill out?! Panic, my friends. Panic set in and all was lost. As I sat here in my family room watching a pretty good game with Cooper, and then myself, I held onto hope. I really did. I started texting Denten toward the end, who was watching on some small, very inadequate TV on the rez, I so wished he were here with me- Suns games are more fun with him. I displayed my sincere dislike for the hack-a-shaq manuver- brilliant, but not helping. Dent letting me know that the Suns don't deserve to win. Ever the realist, that one. Heartbreaking. This was the year. And to lose to the likes of Robert Horrey and Tim Duncan- uuggh.
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3 comments:
what in the world are you talking about?
Agreed. Oh Steve Nash, how I pine for you in my dreams and weep at your loss. . .
You are killing me, I would have never guessed this side of you!
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