The season was over last week, all that was left was playing for pride and a bit of a spoiler role. Pride survived, but the four points we were trailing by at the half proved to be impossible to recoup as the Connecticut Sun lost to the Washington Mystics 71-67.
With the victory, the Mystics whose current head coach is the Sun's former head coach, clinched the last play-off slot and swept all four games with the Sun this season. That's the part that hurt the most. The play-off ship had sailed long ago for the Suns.
My most lasting memory will be an olfactory one, so to speak, as the guy in front of us, in addition to having to use a shoe-horn (nearly) to get into his seat (which he never left, how could he?), he smelled like a basement after a long stretch of rain. It would have been perfect had he been named Rose-I'd have settled for Pete, though I suspect he wasn't and isn't.
The Suns' 2014 season ends Sunday at home against the Atlanta Dream and then we start to scheme and dream for next year. It'll be great.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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