At some point in my life someone once said, “Fate is a fickle mistress, my friend. You never know when she’ll turn on you.” On second thought, I don’t know anyone that wise or eloquent, so I must have read it somewhere.
It’s a quote I didn’t fully comprehend until coming to New York for Tuesday night’s NBA Draft Lottery. As I’ve chronicled on this blog over the last few days, I was in search of my own luck for the Suns in the Big Apple. I wasn’t alone in my crusade either.
As I walked alongside President of Basketball Operations Lon Babby and President of Business Operations Jason Rowley towards the home of the NBA Draft Lottery, ABC’s Times Square studios, the two decided to make an impromptu and unique stop.
As is the case in New York City, you can find pretty much anything on the street corner and on this afternoon, we all happened to find ourselves staring at the crystal ball of a fortune teller. Both of these successful businessmen with law degrees, who had worked their way up the ladder by making well-educated decisions, decided to have a little fun and see what the universe had in store for them. The universe, or the fortune teller’s prognostications, were about as clear as the Phoenix skyline on a high-pollution advisory day.
“She covered all of the bases,” Babby recalled. “She said I was going to be lucky, but maybe unlucky. She said I was going to live a long life, but be careful. I think she is pretty experienced (laughs). No matter what the situation was, she had it covered. She said I will have luck in 2014. Whatever that means, I will take it.”
That pretty much sums up life. You may or may not be lucky. What she didn’t mention in her reading was that it all has very little to do with what a person does. Despite bringing a handful of lucky charms (not the cereal with its colorful marshmallows) from Phoenix and doing everything to bring luck to the team, it all had about as much impact as the Great Gatsby on the summer box office (although, I hope the writing was more entertaining).
It wasn’t all for naught, though. Spending time looking for luck helped remind me why we’re all Suns fans. We long for an emotional connection to something bigger than ourselves. Something that can be a common language between us regardless of our status in life, political beliefs or age. That connection made this trip successful even without returning with the No. 1 pick. Being able to give fans a look behind-the-curtain of one of the NBA’s biggest events was just as enjoyable for me as getting the top pick. (OK, that’s a lie, but I imagine it was almost as enjoyable).
Yes, “Fate is a fickle mistress” and I’m okay with that. While she may not have delivered the Suns the No. 1 pick, she did allow me to experience something truly unique and see both team presidents have their palms read by a street psychic. So I guess we can call this one a draw. At least until next year. We hear 2014 might be a lucky year.