If you squint your mind’s eye you can see Phoenix Suns big man, Deandre Ayton, at home, sitting alone late one night, slumped deep into the couch with his foot—the one with the protective walking boot—resting on the coffee table next to a half-drank cup of warm eggnog. The blue glow of the TV his only light.
It’s been a rough go for Ayton this year. A 25 game suspension; now this turned ankle. Could be worse, I guess. He could be out the whole year.
But all the talk about how well they’ve played without him, rumors of trades, and worst of all, that the Suns picked him number one instead of Luka, all that talk has gotten him down.