
I love watching the Suns lose.
I much to my enjoyment, they did it again tonight to the lowly Chicago Bulls on their home court (after losing at home to San Antonio two days ago).
They are now tied with Utah for 8th in the Western Conference, a game-and-a-half behind Dallas, and trending down. Their rotation is a mess, with Porter pretty much throwing players out there at random waiting for somebody to show themselves as a leader, while not getting ass-fucked on defense. So far, no takers.
But the real concern for the Suns now has to be the mental state of All Star (JOKE!) Amare Stoudemire. Shaq has stolen all of his real estate in the paint and the Suns' style of play has exposed his game as totally reliant on Nash force feeding him.
Tonight, I think we can officially start the Amare Explosion Clock. Put it this way, his last point in the game came on a free throw with 4:48 to go in the THIRD quarter. His last field goal ATTEMPT came with 11:18 to go...IN THE THIRD QUARTER. He didn't have a made bucket in the second half.
You can hear the ticking from here....
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Black Jesus!
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