As of last night’s sixth play off game—
Chris Paul clearly favored a hand.
Booker’s shot clearly was off.
Aidan clearly feared getting his aggression on
And—clearly, the officiating was infuriatingly prejudicial, because The Suns get no respect, but when all is said and done—‘Ante was unstoppable’—and, as always, regardless of last night’s loss, the winning combination of our family’s heartfelt connectedness with our dearest friends while cheering our team on could not be beat!
Somehow, though we’d sat at the edge of our seats or paced while, eyes glued to the screen, we’d watched our courageous team lose three heartbreakers in a row, a celebratory attitude of unknown origin had clearly emerged at the end of the Sun’s Buck’s championship series, buoying every spirit inside our home so naturally that this morning my mind is still reflecting as to why that uncommon reaction in the face of great loss was ours, last night—seriously, after recapping the game, our family discussion turned the corner so as to conjure up that which players and coaching staff need do to bench mistakes and release improvements on the court necessary to carry home that magnificent gold trophy while sporting star studded rings, all of which had slipped through our hands—until next season sees everyone working toward achieving change for the better and Amen to the clarity of an intuitive vision as simply stated as today’s proves to be—Suns in 2022!
🙋🏻♀️🏀🔆🍻
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