I was there.
March 20, 1989. I was among the 12,315 in the crowd of Phoenix’s Veterans Memorial Coliseum that day to see the Suns top the Miami Heat 115-97. A nascent NBA fan, I now had a favourite team to root for (no, not the Heat – although that would have worked out better in the long run).
I was there.
The 1990 Western Conference Semifinals. The Suns bounce the powerhouse (and arch nemesis) Lakers out of the playoffs in five games. Bright days were ahead. Right?
I was there.
The 1992 NBA Slam Dunk Contest. Cedric Ceballos, pulls off some hocus pocus and wins the contest, as predicted by his biggest fan – me.
I was there.
June 17, 1992. The Suns rob the Sixers for all-time great Charles Barkley. While the trade immediately makes Phoenix a title contender, it breaks my mother’s heart. Despite his risque nickname, Jeff Hornacek had a far more palatable personality for mothers than Sir Charles did.
I was there.
June 20, 1993. The Bulls beat the Suns in Game 6 of the NBA Finals, taking home another title. John Paxson hits a dagger three to win it. 20+ years later, I have yet to watch a replay of that shot.
I was there.
The 1996 NBA Draft. The Suns draft fellow Canadian (and fellow 1974 baby) Steve Nash. More on him in bit.
I wasn’t there.
During the Stephon Marbury years. But can you blame a guy?!
I was there.
The Steve Nash Years (Part II). While never getting over the hump, the Suns are a perennial title contender and the most exciting team in the League.
I was there.
2013. Jeff Hornacek comes back to the fold as “Coach Jeff Hornacek” and the Suns are once again the runningest-guningest-funingest(?!) team in the land.
And now I’m here.
A Dry Heat – a Phoenix Suns blog.
Go Suns Go.