I sit alone in a warm, silent room. No fan humming, no breeze to break the stillness. My fists are clenched around the arms of the chair, eyes shut tight, whispering to myself like a mantra: “It’s only Summer League. It’s only Summer League.”
I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it: Summer League games don’t count, but that doesn’t mean they don’t matter. And as I watched the Summer Suns get steamrolled by the Summer Kings, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this one mattered more than it should have.
It was our second look at No.