I was a little too hard on our football-loving point guard yesterday when I wrote this article. I guess I was being selfish and expecting Nash to dedicate his entire summer to bringing the Suns back to contention and winning a title.
Is that wrong?
Well, I learned two things in writing that article. The first thing I learned is that any World Cup coverage gets reads. The second thing that appeared to me was straight from the staff of this fine Web site: Take a position.
I did, and I got reads.
Let it be known, though, that I'm not here for reads. I'm a Phoenix fan, suffering from a heartbreaking series after a postseason filled with so much hope. I'm doing what fans do and pointing fingers.
I love Steve Nash.
His attitude is awesome. His skills are second-to-none. His passions are many. And, perhaps most importantly, he's about the only star player in the NBA that I believe I could walk up to and hold a conversation with without having bodyguards stun me with a taser.
That counts for something.
The truth is that I know how good Nash can be. He's shown it time and time again. He can shoot with the best of them and, contrary to what people claim, he can play defense.
The problem is getting him to want to play defense. This comes from his abilities to forget about the last play and "move forward." It comes from his resilience.
"So what," he'll say after the other team scores a timely dunk, "we'll come down here and put a three in your eye."
The other team watches as he gets the inbound, throws it 70-feet to a wide-open Jason Richardson and that one-point advantage turns into a two-point deficit. Nash doesn't care.
He knows his role in Phoenix and that's to push the ball better than anyone else. I just wish he shot the ball more.
I love his videos, search for them online and you'll see his "Toilet Humor" video or another in which his crotch taunts Robin Lopez. Go to ibeatyou.com and see him hitting threes from the corner or shooting free throws, challenging the entire world. See his "Sixty Million Dollar Man" or "Training Day" videos. Watch him play soccer with the world's best.
He's a competitor, a humble guy, and a five-time member of the "50-40-90 Club" with his closest challenger being Larry Legend who achieved the feat three times in his career.
As much as I love Nash, I'd love it even more if he took over a game. I'd love to see him slide over to shooting guard, let Dragic run point, and set himself up at the arc to bury the opponents' chances.
I'd love to see him pull off a 17-point quarter against a team that's beaten him like he did against San Antonio. I'd take him scoring 17 every quarter if it meant the Suns would win.
That, my friends, is almost my point. Amar'e can grab as many boards as you'd like him to. He could score 60 points. Steve could go off like he's had his nose broken, with a closed eye, and still if the team doesn't win, it's meaningless.
The Suns are a team—and this team, this year, did very well.
With all of the players moving this summer, it's easy to lose track of what happened in the desert. It's easy to get caught up in the sweepstakes for Dirk, Wade, or any other player, but our team stood its ground with the defending champions and could have won.
This team has chemistry. This team has fun. This team is deep, and this team believes, I just want them to remember how many other people believe in them.
Not just Nash, not just Stoudemire, but the entire team, all the way to Jones at the end of the bench.
I've accepted that you've lost. I've accepted that you have lives outside of basketball. I've even had a piece of humble pie after yesterday's anti-Nash rant.
Now, I will go back to believing in that team, my team.