I’m scared.
I’m hiding under my covers, sheepishly peeking out like Haley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense, because yes...I think I see dead people. Only, they’re wearing Phoenix Suns jerseys and standing in the corner like forgotten spirits from better basketball days.
What I saw on Sunday in Madison Square Garden as the Suns lost 112-98 wasn’t just another bad game. It was a bleak reminder of what this Phoenix Suns team becomes when Devin Booker has to play soloist in a band of backup dancers. No rhythm. No harmony.