It’s always good to catch up with an old friend.
When you haven’t seen them in years there is nothing like spending time getting reacquainted and reminiscing about the good old days. Sure, things feel different and even a little odd at times but, even if things are not quite like you remembered it, it’s still fun to see them again.
That’s how this season has been as a Suns fan. It had been over a decade since we had last seen the jersey with the sunburst on the front of them. For ten glorious games, regardless of results, the black jerseys that were made popular in the 1990s made a bigger comeback than snapback hats and the economy combined.
Even if every time I looked up and saw No. 2, No. 3 or No. 11 on the court and instinctively thought of Elliot Perry, Rex Chapman and Wes Person rather than Wes Johnson, Jared Dudley and Markieff Morris, it was still great to have them back. Unlike throwbacks that other teams pull out from time to time, the Suns black jerseys didn’t feel dated or forced. They were timeless and unique. A design that could be worn every game in the league and no one would ever question it or think they looked out of place.
The uniforms, every time they were worn on the court, instantly acted like a Delorean going 88 miles per hour for my mind. They transported me back to a time when I fell in love with the team as a young boy. Visions of Kevin Johnson dishing to Charles Barkley for the slam ran through my mind. Memories of Perry’s knee-high socks, Jason Kidd’s platinum blonde hair and the promise of Backcourt 2000 came rushing back. They reminded me of why I’m a fan and while the names on the back of the jerseys come and go the name on the front is always the same — although the font may change — and it is what you truly root for.
Like all good reunions though, they have to come to an end. Living in the past can’t last forever and eventually everyone has to move on. It was excellent to have the greatest of all-time back in the US Airways Center again even if it was for a limited time only.
If Saturday night was the last time we ever see the hardwood classic jerseys worn on the court, it was a true pleasure to get to catch up with our old friend, make some new memories and relive some old ones. Thanks for the great ride and here’s to having another chance to catch up sometime in the future. Let’s just not make it over a decade before we catch up again.