Sunsies.

Dill is a HUGE Phoenix Suns fan. I've always been loyal to my team (except for my brief love affair with the Utah Jazz during the late '90's -- John Stockton's shorty-shorts ensnared my heart) and have many memories of watching Suns games and cheering them on. Especially in recent years, with the rise of Steve Nash. Seriously, that guy is so cool. I used to have a weird crush on him, but now I can safely say it's just a normal fondness. Can't get past the hair.

On Wednesday night, my sister so kindly gave Dill and me two tickets to the Phoenix vs. Atlanta game at U.S. Airways Center. Of course, we said yes without hesitation, but were extra-pleased with the added bonus of their location -- lower level, 18 rows up. Heck ya! We've never been able to sit that close before -- we usually spring for the nosebleed section once a year and dream of sitting in the lower bowl the whole time.

We donned our purple and orange and off we went!

(My hair looked pretty shmexy, I guess.)

It was Gorilla's birthday (don't ask my why a gorilla is our mascot) so a bunch of other Arizona mascots came out to celebrate with cake, musical chairs, the works. I thought it was pretty cute ...

... until they came into the crowd. Then, I became a little uneasy. Not much of a fan of masked people! They give me the willies. They're unpredictable and too friendly for my tastes. I mean, just because you're in a bird costume doesn't mean you can come up and rub my shoulders or slap me on the butt. You're still a random dude (or chick?) I don't know.

Off soapbox!

Of course, we enjoyed the actual playing of basketball, too.

There's our guy!

He's so fast, he's a blur! Or maybe I'm just a crappy photog.

True to fashion, the Suns ended up losing by 2 points at the very end of the game. It was a nail-biter finish, though! Don't know why they had to go lose their 15-point lead during the 3rd quarter. Ugh. Dear Suns: I'd rather you play crappy the whole game until the end and win than play awesomely the whole game until the end and lose. Duh.

The best part of the night (aside from the Birthday Cake Remix from Coldstone) was when the Golden Grannies came out at half-time and danced to "I'm Sexy and I Know It." I kid you not.

I only hope to be this awesome in 40 years. No, I mean it!

Thanks again to Sarah for the awesome tix. Pretty great sister I have! (Pretty + Great)