In which I actually root for something from Arizona.
Please don't let the Spurs win. I can't abide another boring, methodical slog through the playoffs with Grey Hulk Tim Duncan moping along while Manu Ginobili and his nose draw baloney fouls as they flail and flop their way to the rim.
Please, Suns, spare us the sorry spectacle of Tony Parker improbably hitting clutch jump shots from beyond his usual range of 10 feet.
Spare us Gregg Popovich's sweaty pockmarks, his jagged scowl, his spittle.
Please, Steve Nash, you saucy Canadian, do it for us. Do it for fun. Do it for basketball.