The Suns have the best record in the Western Conference, the best offense in the NBA, and three perennial All-Stars.
But when the flu bug plastered Nash to the porcelain and a shoulder injury knocked Marion out for a game, we got a whole new look at the essence of the Phoenix Suns.
To put it bluntly, this team is HORRIBLE!
NBA fans, never write off a game as a fluke, an injury glitch. NEVER say injury is a cause for a loss. To overlook last night would be to irresponsible and naive. I implore you to look at injury as a way to assess a roster's depth and motivation.
Believe it or not, yesterday told me more about the Suns than any other game this season.
First, they're done. The days of contention are over. This team is nothing but a measly carcass of success.
Outside of Nash and Marion, this roster lacks a very necessary fire up its ass. A great team would push past injury and at least contend with opponents. The Suns just sat and sulked. The Suns told the world they deserve no respect without Nash and Marion, and it's not even worth trying to win. The Suns told us, deep down, they have no motivation.
Secondly, Stoudemire's a first-class role player. For a long time I contended Amare was better than Dwight Howard. Yeah, I was an Amare Stoudemire fan!
Yet, at this point, I'm very confident saying Stoudemire would never achieve anywhere close to the success Howard is having if put in a similar situation.
Following that thought, I imagine a whinny Stoudemire sitting out with a made up, Shaq-esque injury for half the season and demanding a trade to a team with an elite point guard a la Tony Parker, Nash, Chris Paul or Deron Williams. Stoudemire cannot lead a team to victory by himself.