It’s a nightmare. A bad dream that loops endlessly. You’re lost in a vast, empty parking lot, frantically searching for your car but never quite able to find it. The rows stretch on forever, and with each turn, the hopelessness deepens. You retrace your steps, only to realize you’re right back where you started, stuck in an endless cycle of frustration. Right now, that’s what watching the 12-11 Phoenix Suns feels like. A constant, unsettling déjà vu. The same mistakes, the same struggles, over and over again, with no clear way out.
The loss on Sunday night was the same.