My father would be rolling in his grave....
Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 1:48 am
True Story:
My mother took off and wasn't around growing up. My father was older (55) when I was born. He wasn't the sort of father that could play ball. He never missed a practice (basketball or baseball) and was at every game I played as a child.
My father and I had one tie that bound us together more than anything else. That was the Phoenix Suns. We watched or listened to Al McCoy every night the suns played and only went to a few games. We were poor so we didn't get to see many games live and only did when my gradeschool or high school offered free/discounted tickets to games that didn't sell out. In fact sometimes my father would turn down the sound of the TV while having 620 AM on becaue he preferred to hear SHAZAAAM, and Zing go the Strings while the TV showed the game. It always annoyed me because the timing of the tv and the radio were always just slightly off.
One night the Suns were playing and we went into tripple overtime. Around the second overtime my father threw up and was sweating. He was sick, 66 (I was 11)... anyway. He was bad off but told me to be quiet and we finished watching the game. Suns won. He stood up and handed me the keys to our truck, "Take me to the hospital. I had a heart attack." I drove him a couple of blocks to Thunderbird Samaratin.
He had a quadrouple byspass. He died on the table during the surgery and was brought back to life. The doctor ordered him to never watch a suns game again. I had to sneak in a radio while he was in the hospital room and I was in the chair next to him. He told the doctor he could go f*ck himself.
If he hadn't of died five years ago. I don't imagine his heart could have taken the new ownership and the direction of this team.
Kerr and Sarver are screwing up a lot more than just a team. This team means a lot to many people. We all sweat, suffered, struggled and cheered with the Suns. We deserve better. We deserve a management who bleeds purple and orange with us. Not one that just bleeds and cares about green.
My mother took off and wasn't around growing up. My father was older (55) when I was born. He wasn't the sort of father that could play ball. He never missed a practice (basketball or baseball) and was at every game I played as a child.
My father and I had one tie that bound us together more than anything else. That was the Phoenix Suns. We watched or listened to Al McCoy every night the suns played and only went to a few games. We were poor so we didn't get to see many games live and only did when my gradeschool or high school offered free/discounted tickets to games that didn't sell out. In fact sometimes my father would turn down the sound of the TV while having 620 AM on becaue he preferred to hear SHAZAAAM, and Zing go the Strings while the TV showed the game. It always annoyed me because the timing of the tv and the radio were always just slightly off.
One night the Suns were playing and we went into tripple overtime. Around the second overtime my father threw up and was sweating. He was sick, 66 (I was 11)... anyway. He was bad off but told me to be quiet and we finished watching the game. Suns won. He stood up and handed me the keys to our truck, "Take me to the hospital. I had a heart attack." I drove him a couple of blocks to Thunderbird Samaratin.
He had a quadrouple byspass. He died on the table during the surgery and was brought back to life. The doctor ordered him to never watch a suns game again. I had to sneak in a radio while he was in the hospital room and I was in the chair next to him. He told the doctor he could go f*ck himself.
If he hadn't of died five years ago. I don't imagine his heart could have taken the new ownership and the direction of this team.
Kerr and Sarver are screwing up a lot more than just a team. This team means a lot to many people. We all sweat, suffered, struggled and cheered with the Suns. We deserve better. We deserve a management who bleeds purple and orange with us. Not one that just bleeds and cares about green.
