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| - My Suns.
As a child, I watched Jeff Hornacek and Tom Chambers take apart the Pacific Division only to fizzle in the playoffs. As an adolescent, I watched a rotating cast of Barkley, Johnson, Kidd, Finley, et al give their best shot at getting out of the West in one piece. As an adult, I pull my hair watching the current version of Phoenix's own scratch their heads on defense.
The Suns have never won a title and I really don't care. For the duration of my life, the moments that have stuck with me have been positive. Hornacek's silky smooth jumper. Chambers climbing the ladder. Barkley embarrassing David Robinson. KJ absolutely embarrassing Hakeem. Chapman saying a prayer and having it answered. Nash finding the open man in heavy traffic. Hell, even Gar Heard's buzzer-beater at the Garden. According to my birth certificate, I was minus-seven years old, but I've watched the clip enough times to make it my own. No matter that we lost the game, the shot sticks with me.
In Phoenix, we like winners. When the Cardinals or Diamondbacks falter, support dwindles quickly. The Suns are our team, though, and I'm proud to say it.
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