Dear Mr. Simmons,
I'm furious at you. After listening to your NBA previews I was looking forward to a season of looking at the box scores each morning and for once enjoying the L's piling up for my Suns. We're only a couple of weeks in and I already feel like like the lady owner in Major League with Dragic and Plumlee peeling little stickers off a cardboard cutout of me leaving me standing naked with little tassels covering my nipples. What is happening?? HELP,tell me there's Hope!
And by the way, am I crazy after watching a game and a half of that double header in Chicago to think right now it's 1. Parker, 2. Randle, 3. Wiggins?
-later
