I first visited the Valley in 1970 and said, "This is where I want to spend the rest of my life." But the job market was extremely tight, so I went back to New Jersey . . . and got tears in my eyes every time I heard Mark Lindsay sing, "Arizona". 'Bought a house, had two kids, and wondered if my dream would ever come true. And I followed the Suns.
In 1978, my wife and I called the moving van, loaded the kids in the station wagon, and came to Phoenix. Changed over to Arizona license plates a few days after we arrived. And have been here ever since.
The first game I saw at the Madhouse on McDowell was between the Knicks and the Suns. (Those wonderful Knicks who previously won championships with Clyde, Dollar Bill, Dave D, the great Willis Reed, and Dick Barnett, followed by Earl The Pearl Monroe. Plus Phil Jackson, etc.)
During the first half, how could I root against the Knicks. By the second half, I was.
My favorite Suns team featured Maurice Lucas (the NBA's prototype Power Foward), Larry Nancy (the first of the 6'10" Small Forwards), an all-star backcourt of Walter Davis (the only Sun who ever moved to a "lighter" position) and Dennis Johnson (the best defensive guard in the NBA).
With a solid low-post Center, that team could have started a dynasty. But coach John MacLeod couldn't get along with strong players, and DJ was given away for a 3rd-string Center, Rick Robey . . . Luke was cleared out . . . and the dynasty came apart. It broke my heart.
Years later, I'm still rooting for the Suns to capture their first NBA championship.