This game was just a punch in the stomach. It really felt like every shot the Suns put up was going in, but somehow the Jazz kept finding ways to claw back into it. Until this:
Now, I don’t have a problem with the twice-surgically-repaired legs of Michael Redd shooting the lights out, but I do have a problem with clock-beating heaves becoming the difference in the game. It hurts, especially this late in the season.
The Suns now sit in ninth place in the West, a half game ahead of the Jazz. I thought the presence of both David Stern and Karl Malone in attendence would be an auspicious omen for the Jazz, but it was not to be. Instead, the only good thing that came out of the game was this picture: