Game Day: Suns (2-0) vs Mavs, WCSF Game 3, Wed 05/06/22
Posted: Thu May 05, 2022 11:29 pm
Time: 6:30PM AZ/PT (9:30PM ET)
Place: American Airlines Center, Dallas, TX
TV: ESPN
Brothers and sisters, I have sinned. And I do admit, there have been many times in my life in which my faith has wavered. I spent most of my 20s just kind of living to exist and not really knowing who I was. I was a human doing but not a human being. I never took the time to ask myself why it was I did the things in my life, and vice-versa as well.
And I can only but give myself a hefty INFORMER-styled eyeroll for what largely felt like a lost decade. My story, though, does have a happy ending; I legitimately found, for the first time (and on my own terms), the things that I had faith in that keep me rolling to this day.
But...I'm a work in progress.
We're all a work in progress.
For, before the 4th of May of this year, I admit to you all, here and now, that I was living my life Luka-warm. And never, in my 30 years of basketball fandom, did I feel so spewed out as when I truly realized that I was denying Luka.
Because this offensive savant, who despite not being able to guard a chair, has risen above the dregs of the rest of us to pre-ascend to his throne. And all of this? This is without help. And, oh, you just wait until he gets it. Because never have I felt my own mortality as I do now when I realized that we are all truly living on borrowed time. Because when Luka gets his help, that's it. There will be no more. No beginning and no end; this is Luka Dončić.
My advice to you all? Do what I did; Let Go and Let Luka.™ or #LGALL for those of you more social media savvy than I. And do this...do this before it's too late.
Also, there's a game tonight. But after all we've witnessed, we must ask ourselves, does it even matter?
Regardless, I say solemnly in my insolence:
Go Suns !!
Dis • cuss
Cogito, ergo Luka
Place: American Airlines Center, Dallas, TX
TV: ESPN
Brothers and sisters, I have sinned. And I do admit, there have been many times in my life in which my faith has wavered. I spent most of my 20s just kind of living to exist and not really knowing who I was. I was a human doing but not a human being. I never took the time to ask myself why it was I did the things in my life, and vice-versa as well.
And I can only but give myself a hefty INFORMER-styled eyeroll for what largely felt like a lost decade. My story, though, does have a happy ending; I legitimately found, for the first time (and on my own terms), the things that I had faith in that keep me rolling to this day.
But...I'm a work in progress.
We're all a work in progress.
For, before the 4th of May of this year, I admit to you all, here and now, that I was living my life Luka-warm. And never, in my 30 years of basketball fandom, did I feel so spewed out as when I truly realized that I was denying Luka.
Because this offensive savant, who despite not being able to guard a chair, has risen above the dregs of the rest of us to pre-ascend to his throne. And all of this? This is without help. And, oh, you just wait until he gets it. Because never have I felt my own mortality as I do now when I realized that we are all truly living on borrowed time. Because when Luka gets his help, that's it. There will be no more. No beginning and no end; this is Luka Dončić.
My advice to you all? Do what I did; Let Go and Let Luka.™ or #LGALL for those of you more social media savvy than I. And do this...do this before it's too late.
Also, there's a game tonight. But after all we've witnessed, we must ask ourselves, does it even matter?
Regardless, I say solemnly in my insolence:
Go Suns !!
Dis • cuss
Cogito, ergo Luka
