Like the staccato crack of gunfire echoing through the hedgerows outside Carentan on the evening of June 8, 1944, the lead-up to NBA free agency has been marked by scattered bursts of action. Brief, jarring, and largely inconsequential. A Shams bomb detonates, then silence. Lonzo Ball, once a question mark, now a Cavalier. Isaac Okoro slips into a Bulls uniform with the soft thud of a move that barely registers beyond the transaction wire.
No seismic shifts. No earth-moving deals. And most certainly, no activity from the Phoenix Suns. Silent, poised, perhaps brooding.
But we know what’s coming.