As the season lingers just beyond the horizon, still two months out from even a whiff of preseason, I find myself staring at this newly assembled Phoenix Suns roster. And honestly? I feel…satisfied. Not elated, not giddy. Just a quiet, measured satisfaction. Because, unlike last year, this team feels like it might actually know who it is.
Identity. It should exist. It’s a team that should hustle, that should defend, that should put pressure on the rim. All the things that were painfully absent a season ago. And because of that, we ended up watching the most aimless version of the Suns since 2019.