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In stark contrast to my preseason prediction of an 0-82 season highlighted by Steve Nash losing both legs in a dramatic threshing accident, the Suns won their 12th straight game last night over the Miami Heat. Huh. Guess they're good at that whole basketball thing, huh?

I'd compliment the Suns on playing winning ball and everything, but excuse me if I hesitate before crowning them for beating the Heat without Shaq and D-Wade, which is the rough equivalent of being proud for being able to kick the ass of a teddy bear. That has been tied down. And burned.

It's not that impressive. Sure, the Suns will win 60-odd games this year. Yes, people will fawn over Steve Nash for being a good point guard - but will strangely ignore that he's a complete liability on the defensive end of the floor and will be exploited come playoff time - and then they'll all be shocked when San Antonio or Dallas fuck them in the ass so hard that former Suns players across the world die from sudden internal bleeding. Enjoy your regular season.

Labels: Miami Heat, NBA, Phoenix Suns