Heartbreak is a privilege reserved for those who still have heart left to break. The Phoenix Suns walked into Memphis and left everything on the court, battling with a fire that should have been enough. There were ten reasons they should have won. Ten reasons they didn’t.
Was this one frustrating? No. Frustration faded long ago, replaced by something colder, something quieter. Losses are no longer surprises—they’re checkpoints. Expected, absorbed, endured. The only thing that remains is how we choose to carry them. Hope? That ship has long since drifted beyond the horizon.
And so, another night.