Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
My dreams of Blake Griffin in a Suns Uniform dashed
From
last week, Blake Griffin signed a five year, $173,000,000 free agent contract
to stay with the Los Angeles Clippers.
My dream of buying a Blake Griffin Suns jersey and seeing my team get
instantly better both get dashed. I
learned of the late breaking news I got on my iPhone on Friday.
I’ve
been a life-long Phoenix Suns fan. I’ve
been a long-suffering Suns fan for the past seven years. That is the same number that equals the
longest playoff drought my team has ever seen.
And if the lack of free agent signings is any indication of how the team
is going to be built, year eight is right around the corner.
Blake
Griffin was a free agent after playing his entire NBA career with the Los
Angeles Clippers. He opted out of his
last contract to see what life would be like as a free agent. He could play for whomever, wherever, as long
as it suited him and made him happy (and rich).
I read that he was going to meet with the Phoenix Suns last week.
I don’t
think he ever met with my favorite NBA team.
Griffin
chose ‘legacy’ (or money) to stay on board the Steve Ballmer cash machine. The Clippers were that one NBA team to give
Griffin the most money and a fifth year in his contract. The most money the Suns could have given was
maybe $130,000,000 over four years. The
collective bargaining agreement makes it easier for teams to keep and re-sign
their own players.
How cool would it have been to have
Blake Griffin spend his winters in the Valley of the Sun and play for a team
that could have been a playoff contender in 2017-2018. I would have let my fanboy out on social media
and to my friends for years to come.
Alas, I’ll have to be a fan living in the shadows of other NBA teams
(and their fans).
Since
my Suns didn’t get Griffin, they could have gone after former Atlanta Hawk Paul
Millsap for maybe three years at $30 Million a season. Thanks, but no thanks. He was a good player in Atlanta for the
Hawks, but I didn’t see him as a guy who could put the Suns over the top. I say let the Denver Nuggets overpay for him
and have him.
As for my team, the Suns are doing
better by building through the draft year by year. My new favorite Sun, Devin Booker, is that
franchise player a rebuilding team builds around. I’m convinced the Suns need two more pieces
to be more than just an 8-seed in the Golden State Warriors Western
Conference. I want my Suns to challenge
the Warriors for championships.
The big
thing that hurts my Suns in trying to attract free agents is its recent history
of losing. The Suns need to up their
salesmanship to free agents by selling them on the awesome winters where you’re
not shoveling snow to get to your practice sessions.
I’m
sure I’m going to have dreams/nightmares on what might have been with Booker in
the Backcourt and Griffin up front. Oh
well.
In the immediate
future, my Phoenix Suns are going to do great things, in my dreams.
Friday, June 23, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Sunday, June 18, 2017
3 weird dreams all coming together
These three dreams all happened last night and this morning as I was on the living room couch: dreaming of moving into An apartment, breaking down on I-40 and talking to an FLDS-like family, and hosting thanksgiving dinner with my father at my Acworth, Georgia home.
The first dream I had was when my dad and a bunch of his friends were home for a Thanksgiving feast. I remember it was cloudy outside and our house was much smaller than my actual home really is. I remember a ton of people going in and out of the house for no particular reason. I think we all had a good time that day. I don't remember eating anything related to the holiday or anything at all.
My next dream took me back to my early days of living in Atlanta (sort of). It was at a time where for some reason, I sold my house and decided to move back to Atlanta. I reached out to Scott and Caitlin Russell on what to do on moving back into my old studio apartment at Post Lindbergh in Buckhead. I'm the end f that part of the dream, I think I got the advice I was looking for.
Finally, I dreamed I was stranded in northern Arizona with my dad and my son Ben. Blake was not in my dream this time. I walked five miles Westbound on I-40 to get help. After that, I was magically lifted to this trailer home of an FLDS family. This family dressed like hey we're in the late 1890's and we're living primitively. I was talking to someone and then the "father" of the family asked me if I was trying to sell him something. The father dressed like he was in summertime gear from the late 1980's. I was merely trying to ask for some help. I don't exactly remember what I needed help with. All I know was Ben was by my side he whole time.
In reality: I live in a small house in hopes I can afford a bigger home one day. I was living in Post Lindbergh in a studio before I bought my house in Acworth, and I was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
My main hope moving forward is that ben will always be by my side.
The first dream I had was when my dad and a bunch of his friends were home for a Thanksgiving feast. I remember it was cloudy outside and our house was much smaller than my actual home really is. I remember a ton of people going in and out of the house for no particular reason. I think we all had a good time that day. I don't remember eating anything related to the holiday or anything at all.
My next dream took me back to my early days of living in Atlanta (sort of). It was at a time where for some reason, I sold my house and decided to move back to Atlanta. I reached out to Scott and Caitlin Russell on what to do on moving back into my old studio apartment at Post Lindbergh in Buckhead. I'm the end f that part of the dream, I think I got the advice I was looking for.
Finally, I dreamed I was stranded in northern Arizona with my dad and my son Ben. Blake was not in my dream this time. I walked five miles Westbound on I-40 to get help. After that, I was magically lifted to this trailer home of an FLDS family. This family dressed like hey we're in the late 1890's and we're living primitively. I was talking to someone and then the "father" of the family asked me if I was trying to sell him something. The father dressed like he was in summertime gear from the late 1980's. I was merely trying to ask for some help. I don't exactly remember what I needed help with. All I know was Ben was by my side he whole time.
In reality: I live in a small house in hopes I can afford a bigger home one day. I was living in Post Lindbergh in a studio before I bought my house in Acworth, and I was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
My main hope moving forward is that ben will always be by my side.
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Friday, June 2, 2017
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