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gaspar wrote:Turk's out with a broken hand
TASTIC wrote:^Harrington's out another couple of weeks...Ayon is back...I suspect they throw a rookie out there, Harkless maybe? Otherwise they could go small ball and play Afflalo at SF for stretches alongside Redick and Nelson
ls2ws6 wrote:GOOD THING WE DONT HAVE TO FACE TURKEYGLUE!!
NotTraxxe wrote:So I was reminded today about my pops...
And I share this story from time to time so here goes:
When I was 10 it was a rough year. My parents got divorced. My sister went with my mother and I went with my father. The house was lost despite my dad trying to maintain it. We moved to an apartment for the first time a block away so we could stay in the same schools.
My dad was never in the greatest health. High blood pressure, he was in good shape, but it had been a nagging issue. He and I watched every Suns game. There was no bed time. There was no limits on the conversation. The only rule was that he preferred the radio turned on and the tv turned down. The the delay bothered me but I never said anything. I liked as a kid hearing zing go the strings way too much.
One night the suns were in overtime. The game was in the balance and my father just looked sick. He was tossing his cookies into a small bathroom trashcan in his recliner. He was sweating. And he was dizzy. I got worried. I knew something wrong. But I was scared to ask. After the game, the Suns won, and my father turned to me and told me to drive him to the hospital. He just had his first of many heart attacks. He had his quadruple bypass a few days later.
A day later he made me go to basketball practice. Made me. I was terrible at basketball. But my dad never missed a game or practice. After practice I talked to him on the phone. He had me get my backpack and get a small black and white TV we took to watch games when the family went camping. (We got reception out of Flagstaff, Prescott, or Payson but we never went camping where we couldn't get local Suns games.)
His doctor ordered him to never watch another Suns game. He attributed the heart attack to stress. And that my father should not watche games anymore and should give it up. My father told the doctor to go **** himself. The next night we plugged in the black and white TV and watched from his hospital bed a Suns game together.
My mother hates it when she sees the Marjele jersey hanging on the wall. Or that when the Suns or near I go with my wife and family to see them. Or that my eldest son and I have calls (stays with his mother; divorced) where we talk about nothign but basketball and the Suns.
But they don't get it. I do. My wife does. My eldest son gets it when we get to sit together as a family. His baby brother staring at the big television and we just spend time together as a family in support of something. And we forget about the economy. We don't care about health. We just root for the future.
Go Suns.
NotTraxxe wrote:So I was reminded today about my pops...
And I share this story from time to time so here goes:
When I was 10 it was a rough year. My parents got divorced. My sister went with my mother and I went with my father. The house was lost despite my dad trying to maintain it. We moved to an apartment for the first time a block away so we could stay in the same schools.
My dad was never in the greatest health. High blood pressure, he was in good shape, but it had been a nagging issue. He and I watched every Suns game. There was no bed time. There was no limits on the conversation. The only rule was that he preferred the radio turned on and the tv turned down. The the delay bothered me but I never said anything. I liked as a kid hearing zing go the strings way too much.
One night the suns were in overtime. The game was in the balance and my father just looked sick. He was tossing his cookies into a small bathroom trashcan in his recliner. He was sweating. And he was dizzy. I got worried. I knew something wrong. But I was scared to ask. After the game, the Suns won, and my father turned to me and told me to drive him to the hospital. He just had his first of many heart attacks. He had his quadruple bypass a few days later.
A day later he made me go to basketball practice. Made me. I was terrible at basketball. But my dad never missed a game or practice. After practice I talked to him on the phone. He had me get my backpack and get a small black and white TV we took to watch games when the family went camping. (We got reception out of Flagstaff, Prescott, or Payson but we never went camping where we couldn't get local Suns games.)
His doctor ordered him to never watch another Suns game. He attributed the heart attack to stress. And that my father should not watche games anymore and should give it up. My father told the doctor to go **** himself. The next night we plugged in the black and white TV and watched from his hospital bed a Suns game together.
My mother hates it when she sees the Marjele jersey hanging on the wall. Or that when the Suns or near I go with my wife and family to see them. Or that my eldest son and I have calls (stays with his mother; divorced) where we talk about nothign but basketball and the Suns.
But they don't get it. I do. My wife does. My eldest son gets it when we get to sit together as a family. His baby brother staring at the big television and we just spend time together as a family in support of something. And we forget about the economy. We don't care about health. We just root for the future.
Go Suns.
mybloodisorange wrote:This may be one of the handfull of teams worse than us!