I can't believe I stayed up until 2:15 watching basketball. It was worth it, because my Phoenix Suns won in double overtime. But I'm gonna pay for it today, I'm afraid. Getting too old for this college-like nonsense. Throughout the playoffs thus far, the Suns games have gone past midnight. I've been watching until I can't keep my eyes open, which is usually in the third quarter. Then I go to bed. But last night I saw the whole game.

The Phoenix Suns is (I realize, Mom, that that sounds ungrammatical) the only pro team in any sport that I have consistently rooted for since I was a kid. I've had my flings with the Vikings and Dolphins in football (now the Colts, of course), and with the Lakers and Kings in basketball (and now the Pacers, of course). But the Suns have always been on my rah-rah radar.

It goes back to my high school days in Arizona, when the Suns spent a preseason week at my school practicing and then held an exhibition game. I wrote about that previously.

Last night, the Suns looked tired. Or was that me, as I occasionally nodded off? Whatever. They were a well-oiled team against the Lakers, but now have trouble hitting threes and they make an uncharacteristic number of errors. Now they're up 3-2 and they have three days before the next game. That'll be good.