The buzzer sounded and the scoreboard reflected a resounding 27-point victory over the petulant Los Angeles Clippers. Patrick Beverly was nowhere to be found, Playoff P was looking more like Palmdale P, and, in the end, your Phoenix Suns punched their first ticket to the NBA Finals in 28 years.
So, that’s the end of the night, right? Everyone heads home, gets some rest, and waits for the Finals to start, correct?
The answer to that question may be “yes” if you are from some Podunk, Midwest town. But in a real sports town like Phoenix, Arizona, home of the greatest (and most beautiful) fans in the NBA, the end of the game is only the beginning of the celebration.