Some folks drone on about The Masters. “A tradition unlike any other,” they say. But around these parts, deep within the passion-fueled, emoji-laden, debate-ridden halls of Bright Side of the Sun, there’s only one tradition that truly stirs the collective soul. One event that makes us yell louder than a missed Devin Booker corner three.
It’s called SunsRank.
Every year, once before the chaos begins and again after the dust settles, we gather to rank the “best” Phoenix Suns players. Why? Because we’re lunatics for patterns, obsessed with narrative arcs, and just a little addicted to the kind of introspection only a full-season breakdown can provide.