Midway through the fourth quarter of this game, I started feeling really sad. Was it because of the score? Nah. Losing to the Suns, in the grand scheme of things, is great. Watching the game less so, but whatever. I watched worse things (like, I don’t know, pineapple pizza). Was it because I had to set the alarm at 6:30 am to watch the game (March is by far the worst month in my job. I’ll probably pick up something like 320 hours of work at the end of this month)? Nah. I suffer from insomnia, it’s not that hard.