I can’t quite put my finger on how to describe this year’s Phoenix Suns team. Snake-bitten? KD-reliant? Every time they give you a glimmer of hope, they yank it away with the force of a hot air balloon crash. Just high enough to break your legs but not your spirit. And yet, like gluttons for punishment, we dust ourselves off, limp back to the basket, and ask to ride again.
Their performance in New Orleans was a head-scratcher, losing to a 4-18 team (yes, they had players returning, but still). For a team that prides itself on intellect, the Suns allowed the Pelicans to set the tone, dictating pace and dominating as the aggressors.