Should Diss be worried about what happened to the Phoenix Sons?

I have a very sensitive interest in the NBA.

I like it. The game itself is incredible and the athletes who play it are, in my view, probably the best athletes in the world, when you consider their explosiveness, stamina, straightness and lateral agility and the need for incredible coordination. Elite basketball players.

What bothers me about basketball is how the concept of the team has been eroded to the point where it is a purely theoretical one. As a result, the three teams I really enjoyed seeing this year were the Celtics, a team that revolved around the three players they drafted, for the same reason Golden State and Phoenix Suns. Why the sun? They’ve only been together for two years.

Two words.

Chris Paul.

The guy is like a great conductor when he’s singing. Complete control of a basketball game is in his hands. You often hear about the point guard that “he’s like a great quarterback.” My untrained eyes usually can’t see it, but with Paul it’s like watching Tom Brady pull the strings.

You see him constantly talking, always in the right place defensively, especially since his on-ball defensive skills have diminished, but this is where he specializes in offense. Like Mafia Dawn, he raises or lowers the screen to decide which senator must be bribed to get a gaming license. He carries the game in his pocket, in complete control of the proceedings.

He is constantly delivering, setting people up for success, making sure everyone is in the right place to play as efficiently as possible.

Chris Paul

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But then comes a time when the game turns out to be Tony Soprano after Chris Paul is shot, he has to regain his dominance.

When Tony beats Matriciana to death in broad daylight (because he’s so angry, it looks like he’s got a pepper flake in her ass) to recover the gorillas in the family, Paul does it with a skillful midrange game. At the moment he has reached his place in the elbow with pure deception and still has enough lift in his jump shot so that it seems he can’t miss.

Paul looked at the sun as a well-oiled machine in the regular season, which led to their 64 wins during their traditionally efficient 16 and 9 nights. They looked like shoe-ins to get to the finals at an unusually weak Western conference, so we thought. It seemed to them that some miracle must have happened to them, at least, if the Western Conference had not been finalized by themselves.

Familiar words?

Dis has now won 17 matches in a row at this point. The all-time record is 23. But it’s not just how they win, it’s how they win. They are doing it just to break a sweat. They play the teams close up until they start to get nervous, then they turn it on for five minutes and the game goes out of reach.

It is unthinkable that they can blow up at this moment because their defense is so strong. Ranking first in the following categories: Different opponent points per game; Opponents in 50 per game; Opponent points in every game. It’s unreasonable.

Other than that, they are third in points per game, first out of 50 per game and they boast the best talent from the Geelong team of the late 2000s or perhaps the early Franklin Hawthorne team.

They have three players who can be argued that Christian Petraca, Max Gown and Steven May are the best in their respective positions. Each of these players plays on a different line, if you admit that Petraka and Gown are more than half forward players.

They play very well together, and complement each other perfectly, just like the sun.

Max Gown dismisses Melbourne Demons

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Now let’s go back to Sans with another Mafia pop-culture analogy. In the playoffs, Paul was like Vito Corleone Godfather. You can see that he still had that occasional ruthless streak, tearing up games from the Pelicans twice in the fourth quarter of the first series against New Orleans, like Vito Khartoum. But really, with extra intensity you can see that he, like Vito, is slipping.

In the Dallas vs. Second Round series, Paul obviously fell and there was no Michael Corleone there to block the slide. He scored just over 13 points twice in the series and they were in the first two matches of the series. Outside of that he didn’t play with his natural courage and authority, even if he knew it was the right thing to do.

And if Paul is Vito and Michael is not, then Dandre Aiton must be Fredo. An avid gamer on all accounts and unlikely to be handed the most deals by Sun, Eaton was completely non-factor in that second round series, as Fredo stopped his gun when his old man shot him in the back while trying to buy oranges.

So this analogy leaves Devin Booker or Sonny Corleone. He is obviously talented and has a place in the world, but he is constantly unable to pick up the slack when his dad falls. Booker started a regular offense in the regular season when Paul was injured but could not effectively do so in the play-off run, leaving too much of Chris Paul’s aging leg, who was not once.

Sony, in much the same way, was completely unable to run the family effectively. He did not listen to his consiglier, left his father’s office in a state of disarray with plates everywhere, and easily succumbed to the temptation to kill himself which led to one of the greatest death scenes in history.

As well as the plan to kill Sony, no plan in history has worked. They knew he was going to go to Connie and they knew which way he was going was wild enough. But also, how did they know that the car follower would be so far behind. And what about the toll booth man? He was just hiding behind some balsa wood and was good?

It is hard to believe that the Bergins were better armed than the U.S. military in 1943 or the U.S. police force in a small suburb in 2022.

So, could this happen in Melbourne? Doubt it. This is a team of Michael Corleone. Cold, calculating and almost heartless the way they break up parties.

They’re not incredible personalities, or they don’t look particularly pleasing. They are just impressive. Critically, they have played a grand final and they have won, unlike the Sun who lost in the final to Giannis Anteocaunmpo and Box. They don’t share Chris Paul’s passion for failing when the moment is the biggest.

This, of course, excludes the amulet captain Max Gown, who has Michael’s ruthlessness, compared to his disgusting cold-hearted brother, mixed with Sony’s warmth and relative humanity.

So, what should Dees be worried about by the example set by Phoenix Sun?

Probably not.

They are not seen killing.

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