The Bulls are red. The Rockets are too. Unless you wear purple or orange though, I don’t care for you.
I’m pretty sure that was the gist of the very first Valentine’s Day poem I ever wrote back in the third grade. See, I’ve always been in enthralled with the Phoenix Suns long before they ever gave me a paycheck (and unfortunately it’s not the seven-figure one third grade me thought I’d be getting as the starting power forward). [Read more...]