The world isn’t right, and the absence of sports, the NBA, or the Phoenix Suns isn’t a sliver of what’s wrong. We carry concerns about our families, our income, our friends, and to a degree, the world as we know it. Spring is here, how will it, summer, and fall look to each of us? Through these worries, I have found myself deferring back to that childhood concrete with an orange ball in my hands and Suns players on my mind.
In the middle of the fields, orchards, and livestock, where I grew up in Idaho and Northern California, my parents always made sure I had a concrete slab and a hoop.