My conscience, unlike the gusset of my Fruits is clear, Mark. In the words of Russell, Kurt...
"People change, Doc."
And the words of the Kostner, Kevin...as Madsen saunters in as only Madsen can saunter ahead of KC thru those swingin' doors...
"It-all-end-now."
I experienced an epiphany last weekend, Mark. A real awakening, broke down in tears, real tears in the living room on the Lazy Boy, alone here, the girl is up in Flag for the Summer. I cried like a baby for these Suns faithful. I know what it's like to be delivered, to find salvation, to have my prayers answered, and yes, indeed, I've drank from the silver cup...
"This is for all ...the lonely people
Thinkin' that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
Never take you down or never give you up
Never know until you try"
By God, and sonny Jesus, you drank from said cup, Mark. I watched you drain that silver cup over my dead body as the Suns will in mirror image if they win the last game they play.
There ain't a soul in this Thread that ain't drank from that silver chalice.
I ain't grudging this to the Suns faithful. I've been a dedicated Suns fan since landing in this berg Christmas, '86. My hat is where it should be, look fellows, there it is, in hand. I stand in solidarity with my Suns brothers, shoulder-to-shoulder.
It'll be like Willis finally finding that Goddamn plunger & mashing it..."...We win, Gracie."