In the past week, we were hit with another perfect example of why Pete Rose has yet to sniff Cooperstown. Depending on our allegiances, we sports fans will put up with just about anything. Michael Vick still has his supporters, as do Pacman Jones and Barry Bonds. But blindside the American public with a revelation that the playing field wasn’t level, and that we were fooled in the process? Different story, indeed. When we learn that we put stock into a competition where the outcome may have been unduly and unnecessarily influenced, we don’t take it too well. Once a shred of credibility is attached to a falsified outcome, conspiracy theories run amok. Whether it’s a fixed game or the JFK assassination, they are there, although most are simply too far-fetched, too over the top, or can be made to sound far too convenient. What fueled the fire of the problem, of course, is that doubt was created in the first place.

 At his recent press conference regarding Tim Donaghy, David Stern appeared as we’d never seen him before; a defendant painted into a corner on the witness stand, rather than the confident-some would say over confident-head of the NBA. Stern has been lauded often for his achievements as commissioner, though one has to wonder how difficult it must have been to take over a league that had already had the kick-start of a lifetime courtesy of Magic Johnson and Larry Bird, who were entering their prime, and was about to add a soon-to-be-superstar named Michael Jordan in Stern’s first season.

 Critics of Stern would cite things such as a sometimes arrogant and condescending manner, (witness his interview with Dan Patrick on ESPN radio during the Suns-Spurs series, which, in a classic bit of irony, came roughly a week after Donaghy officiated game three), his staunch position that his officials were the most well-trained, best qualified, and most highly monitored in all of sports, and his tendency to sound as though he was lecturing us feeble-minded basketball fans. And those critics wouldn’t be too far off on any of these.

 Without a doubt, NBA basketball is the most difficult to officiate of all the major team sports. Nearly every call, from traveling to three seconds to almost every foul, is a judgment call, and being an NBA referee is an unenviable task indeed. However, Stern’s unconditional defense, or should I say outright praise, of his referees in the past has grated on many. Especially since the product on the floor has not measured up, in the opinion of the vast majority of fans. And when one takes into consideration his decisions regarding the situations of some of his officials in recent history, i.e., the cash-for-first-class-tickets and some bouts with tax evasion, his track record suddenly becomes very ordinary. I’m all for giving folks a second chance, but since Stern tried to convince us ad nauseum that his league’s standards were much higher, one has no choice but to come to the conclusion that Stern did not meet his own verbalized standards. On the credibility scoreboard, he needs a slump-buster.

 Stern said in his press conference, “I feel betrayed by what happened on behalf of the sport, regardless of how protective I’ve been.” Two observations come to mind. First, at least he admitted he’s been protective. We all knew it, and he’s now acknowledging it. That’s a start. Secondly, he is not the only one who feels betrayed. NBA fans do too. And when all is said and done, we are the ones who dictate the success of his league. With the finals ratings spiraling downward, Mr. Stern cannot afford to misstep on this one. Since some cynics will say, for example, that Mr. Stern is more of the problem rather than the solution, since it may come out and be verified that Donaghy had prior gambling issues that the league knew about, Stern is now in a zero tolerance position.

 Stern’s new ball didn’t work out very well. Neither did his own zero tolerance answer to players, coaches and in some cases owners, who complained about the quality of officiating, only to have Stern respond with quicker technical fouls being called and even stiffer fines for the critics. His “best officials in all of sports” never were, and it was downright laughable that he consistently preached otherwise. Mr. Stern is living in our world now, his attention diverted towards trying to figure out how to fix a game that once was great, (and that a great game was only once fixed?), rather than trying to convince us that all is well, and how dare we infer otherwise. And if the trade off is his paying less attention to what his players wear off the court and more to the legitimacy of the game on the court, I will gladly take it. If another trade off is the ceasing of his convoluted view of the quality of officiating for a consistent, unbiased application of the rule book, I’ll take that too. In a heartbeat. It’s what we’ve all been yearning for all along.

 We may learn down the road that the problem runs deeper than “A rogue, isolated criminal,” as Stern said in reference to Donaghy in the press conference. He also said that it was limited to only one, as far as he knew. But a couple months ago he would have STERN-ly admonished us for implying that there was even one doing it. For the sake of you and the league, Mr. Stern, I certainly hope you’re right this time. The ball--the classic leather version hopefully--is in your court. Now tap into those millions of dollars in fines you’ve collected and address an upgrade in officiating. It's unfortunate it's taken this dilemma for you to do so, but at least the funds will be put to good use.  

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Well, isn’t THIS a kick in the teeth. This blog, that is. The one I didn’t think I’d be writing. But unfortunately, I have to. This was the year I was certain that the Phoenix Suns would rise to the top. Claim the NBA title that has avoided them like the plague for so long. And if not for a few untimely and unfortunate circumstances, we aren’t having this conversation. Even though the Suns have been one of the league’s most successful, and well-run, franchises, the ultimate goal has eluded them. Until this year, I thought. Which is why this one hurts more than ever. I haven’t been as pumped up for a game of any sort as I was for game six Friday night.

Sure, we could play the “what if” game all day long. What if Steve Nash hadn’t butted heads with Tony Parker late in the first game. What if Bruce Bowen had been suspended for his knee to Nash’s groin in game three. Does Robert Horry plant a hard foul on Nash if Bowen’s already out? Probably not. What if the league decides to fine Amare Stoudemire and Boris Diaw, but not suspend them? Or suspend Tim Duncan and Bruce Bowen as well for venturing onto the court during play early in the same game? Or what if Suns head coach Mike D’Antoni had played his bench more during the season so he could rely on them when needed? Therein lies the biggest what if of them all.

 Phoenix, Arizona has three all-sports radio stations. With virtually every sport imaginable existing in this town, (okay, there aren’t a lot of skiing or dogsled races going on), all three have no problem filling their airwaves with pertinent talk by the hosts and callers, year round. But make no mistake, the Suns own this town. Other than the occasional “breakout” season by ASU’s Sun Devil football team, and the Diamondbacks World Series run in 2001, the Suns are the king of the Phoenix sports scene. Especially since Frank Kush was unceremoniously dumped as ASU’s coach in 1979. Granted, Arizona State has a ton of things going for it right now-baseball, softball, women’s basketball, both men’s and women’s golf, (golf? Did someone say ‘golf’? I’m in!) Where was I now? Oh yeah. Back to the Suns.

 The rhetoric over the suspensions following game four has been tossed about to the Nth degree already, so I won’t revisit that again, other than to say that for every “a rule is a rule” statement I heard from the league, I can produce multiple examples where a rule is not a rule. But #### that later. (Speaking of morons, anyone heard from David Stern lately? Okay, that was a cheap shot. At least I didn’t check him into the scorer’s table. Oops, another cheap shot. Horry. Uh, I mean sorry. Uncalled for. Unless you’re Horry, of course. Who said that Nash flopped. Sure he did. Which makes about as much sense as thinking it was smart to “foul” the best free-throw shooter on the court with 18 seconds left.)

 This series slipped away from the Suns late in game four. In the fourth quarter, the Suns trailed the big bad Spurs by 11 points, yet somehow found a way to toughen up on D, hit some big shots, and win in San Antonio’s building. That should have been the turning point of the series. It was not, unfortunately. Instead, what we heard for the next two days was talk of the impending decision from the league. Lost was the fact that the Suns did something no one expected them to do. Think about it. Late in that game, many thought the series was over, with San Antonio about to go up three games to one. But it wasn’t. However, the momentum lost between a great Suns win and the game five tipoff was crucial. Not due to the suspensions, mind you, but due to the simple fact that the Suns played Spurs-type basketball in the Spurs’ building at a crucial time, and it was overlooked. The Suns momentum was lost in the non-stop discussions regarding suspensions. The Suns never recovered.

 Which brings us to game five. A game that the Suns should have won. If there’s one thing that D’Antoni should have learned in his three-plus seasons running the Suns, it’s that depth is a great thing. Two years ago, Joe Johnson broke his face against the Mavericks. Last year, with no Stoudemire, Kurt Thomas, and a hobbling Raja Bell, the Suns lost again in the conference finals. If these events don’t point out the value o####ood bench, nothing will. Yes coach, you had the horses to win it all this year. Everybody knows that. But apparently your preparation is a little faulty. I’ll give you kudos for even getting to the conference finals last year when no one thought you had a snowball’s chance in hell. And how you didn’t see at that point in time the value of a solid bench is beyond me. I’ll take your top eight against anyone else’s top eight any day of the week. Problem is, you’re allowed twelve. And so are they. Marcus Banks, signed to back up Nash? Seven minutes in the playoffs. Jalen Rose? Nine. Jumaine Jones? Zero. I’m sensing a pattern here. Hopefully you are, too. These three were all off-season acquisitions. And you drafted nobody last year, other than Nate Robinson, who was only done so with the purpose of trading him.

 Personally, I think Marcus Banks could’ve slowed down Parker a little bit in certain situations. Rose could’ve provided some experience as game five (and game one, for that matter, with Nash bleeding) wound down. Pat Burke? Now there were some fouls to use on Tim Duncan, who, as we all know, is not a very good free throw shooter. But that would have meant that you would have had to play all of them during the regular season to get something resembling consistency out of them. Something you failed to do, coach.

 To be fair, the last quarter of game four showed me that your team can, in fact, play tough defense when needed. The 20 point rout of the Spurs in game two proved to me that your style can and will succeed in the post-season. Whether it succeeds under you or some subsequent coach remains to be seen. The only knock on you that has not been resolved is your short rotation. If I needed proof when I mentioned it before, I don’t think I do anymore. If you had a bench you could count on, whether it’s the fact that they haven’t played enough or are not capable, either one falls on you. You called the shots. And regardless of which it is, you failed miserably.

 Many names will be bandied about in the off-season scuttlebutt while trades are mentioned, especially since the Suns already have the 24th and 29th picks in the first round, not to mention possibly picking up the Hawks first round pick if it’s not a top three—something that will be decided tomorrow, during the lottery drawing. And while the temptation will no doubt be great to move a vital player or two, I think that would be a mistake. Nash and Stoudemire are what I would consider untouchable, as is Shawn Marion. Marion’s name will be brought up like it has been the last two years, but dealing him just doesn’t work on so many fronts. Add in Leandro Barbosa and Raja Bell, and you have a strong core with which to move forward. Barbosa had a poor series against San Antonio, but it would be ludicrous to move him at this point. Like Stoudemire, he is only 24 with a tremendous upside. But the fact of the matter is that, after factoring in even a couple signed draft picks, the Suns will be 10 to 12 million over the salary cap, if no other moves are made. And since the NBA regulations state that for every dollar over the cap, a dollar-for-dollar luxury tax must be paid to the league. (To improve the quality of officiating, I can only speculate. But, hey, a rule's a rule, right?). Suns owner Robert Sarver has stated that he would not be opposed to paying it if the team is title-worthy. Unfortunately, for the third straight year, a case could be made that we still don’t know if they are or not. But the bottom line is that a significant move or two could be made, and such moves should not come as much of a surprise.

 Speaking of Stoudemire, I am aware that he has gotten a lot of flak for leaving the bench area and therefore inviting the decision by the league to suspend him. I understand that. He also played in all 82 games this season after recovering from surgeries on both knees, one a microfracture, and being named All-NBA first team. Like most fans, I don’t know a lot about the microfracture procedure, other than it entails drilling holes in the leg bones near the knee and running ligaments through them, while encouraging them to grow and adhere. At any rate, Stoudemire showed a passion for the game this season. He changed his number from 32 to 1, to remind him of his quest to be the best. He got a new contract shortly before last season, and shortly before it was learned that he would need the major surgery. It’s hard to say that microfracture surgery could ever be a good thing, but he made it as good as can be expected. While he was in the early recovery stages, and not yet able to do a lot of running and conditioning, he worked on his mid-range jumper and his free throws. And it showed. I don’t think anyone could accuse him of playing simply to pick up a paycheck. Yes, he needs to show a little more maturity on the court. But I’ll still take him. He’s what is referred to as a keeper. Thirty-eight points in the game six loss. Tell me his absence didn't make a difference in game five.

 Looking at the contract situation of various Suns, it appears the following will not be back: Sean Marks. Unrestricted free agent. Played in three games. ‘Nuff said. Jumaine Jones. Unrestricted free agent. Played in 18 games. Which matches the number of games he was inactive to close out the season. Probably could have helped more, had he not had an injury in the pre-season and/or been given more of a chance. Jalen Rose. Though many fans wanted to see more of him, (including yours truly), his lack of athleticism and the fact that he is a defensive liability probably sealed his fate.

 On the other hand, it would be easy to say that Kurt Thomas was the Suns’ most consistent player in the Spurs series. Granted, he didn’t exactly shut down Tim Duncan, but he did allow his teammates to play the other Spurs straight up and stay at home. Until they were instructed by D’Antoni to do otherwise, apparently. And seeing Duncan play several games in a row makes one realize just how great he is in the low post, on both ends of the floor. Even through Thomas’ tough defense, Duncan hit on a vast array of shots. (Like I mentioned before kids-using the glass is a wonderful thing). Yet the Suns consistently let the Spurs perimeter shooters beat them.

Rumor has it, Boris Diaw has been given a Bunsen burner by the team as a lovely off-season parting gift, and has been instructed to sit on it. Hopefully it will be enough to light a fire under his ####.

Reportedly, Eric Piatkowski has been told that he will be back next season. Good thing, too. His 2.5 point average in 11 regular season games would be hard to replace. He played a grand total of three minutes in the playoffs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against 37 year old three point shooters having a place on the team, as long as they can forecheck. But I just don’t see Piatkowski filling the bill. Unless the coach decides to let him off the bench once in awhile.

 That would leave three roster spots open, provided the Suns make no other moves, which is certainly not a given. Phoenix already has the 24th and 29th picks in the first round of the draft. Based on how the lottery chips fall, they may also have Atlanta’s first round pick, thanks to the Joe Johnson/Boris Diaw deal. (Dang, should have gotten the Bunsen burner then). Stay tuned tomorrow for the final word on that. (Much more speculation regarding off-season moves to come, but that’s fodder for a later time. In the meantime, can you say “Mike Conley, Jr”?).

 Visiting the “what if” question one final time would bring us to the realization that the Suns very well could have, and perhaps should have, won it all this year. Jerry Colangelo, who put this town on the sports map, saw his tenure with the team come to an end with its loss in game six. The fact that he never realized a championship with the team he helped mold from day one, and later purchased and sold, is a crying shame. And what seemed like such an immediately bright future just a couple seasons ago has now given way to the harsh reality that windows of opportunity seldom stay open very long in this business. Unless you have a Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, or Magic Johnson on your team. And the Suns have gone from the next big thing to just another also-ran. A season which I thought would mirror the 2006 Indianapolis Colts turned into, once again, more like the Buffalo Bills of the early ‘90s. Except the Bills at least got there. Nash is now 33 years old. Bell is 30. Yes, Stoudemire is still young, as are Barbosa and Diaw. But even Marion just turned 29 a couple weeks ago. Funny how times flies when you’re having fun.

 Sunset? Perhaps. And unlike every other one in Arizona, this one may not be pretty.

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Even though I wrote here after Game 1 of the Western Conference Finals that the Suns weren't done until they were actually, well, done, I have to admit I didn't like their chances going into Game 4. But while watching them destroy Dallas in the second half last night, a feeling I haven't had in quite awhile came over me-what if this in fact the year the Suns win it all? The Suns have been to the Finals twice before, losing in six games to the Celtics in '76 and in six to the Bulls in '93. They have been as far as the WCF on a few other occasions. They have had a very successful franchise, for the most part, since their inception in 1969. But no titles.

That's not to say this is their best team ever. It isn't. At least talent-wise, that is. But top to bottom, this may be the toughest they've had. Rebellious, almost. From the pre-season, they've been cast aside as an also-ran due to injuries and roster changes. (Speaking of roster changes, would anyone trade Boris Diaw straight up for Joe Johnson right now? Don't even consider the draft picks the Suns also received. That's an even bigger bonus). The temptation here to go into specific players and their contributions is overwhelming, but that's not what these Suns are all about. The classic phrase about the whole being greater than the sum of its parts certainly applies to this team.

Back to my earlier mention of an NBA title. Suppose for a minute that the Suns get past Dallas and move on to the Finals, which is certainly a possibility. Detroit suddenly looks very beatable, much more so than they appeared to be at the onset of the playoffs. Admittedly, the Pistons are not a good matchup for the Suns. Too many big, athletic bodies. But the way they have faltered lately raises questions. How about the Miami Heat? A better matchup for the Suns. Phoenix has had decent success against the Heat the last couple seasons. If a regular season game means anything at this point, and it's debatable if it does, the Suns dropped 47 points on Miami in a single quarter earlier this season. Yes, Shaq would be a major factor down low against the Suns, but for how long? He would more than likely be significantly winded after a few stop and goes up and down the court, and it's been proven that you can practice for the Suns, but you can't re-create the tempo they bring.

As I've stated before, I have considered anything the Phoenix Suns do in the postseason gravy, as they say, based on what the experts predicted (and are still predicting). And if the Suns don't shoot well, they can lose in a big way. But I don't ever remember enjoying watching a team as much, or seeing a team so easy to embrace, as the Suns. For those of you in other parts of the country who have not had the opportunity to really follow this team, do yourself a favor and make it a point to see the rest of their games, however long this run lasts. And who knows, maybe it will turn into something you'll never forget. What a memorable, fantastic story that would be . . .

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