I was 8 years old when Robert Horry hip-checked Steve Nash and the Phoenix Suns out of an NBA championship. And boy, was I livid.
I remember running to the television screen in the living room of my two-story home in Chandler, screaming, “What the heck was that?” I imagine Amar’e Stoudemire and Boris Diaw had similar thoughts — likely with more colorful language — as they moved steps away from the Suns bench with the intention of checking on their teammate.
Suns fans, you know where I’m going with this.