I started watching basketball as a child. As a 12-year-old girl growing up in suburban Arizona, I remember all too well the heated 1993 championship series the Phoenix Suns played against the Chicago Bulls, and the heartbreak I felt as Jon Paxson’s 3-point shot led the Bulls to their first three-peat of the ’90s. As a college student at the University of Arizona, I fell in love with the Arizona Wildcats and March Madness along with my classmates. The start of each new season still makes me giddy: now living in the Bay Area, watching the rise of the Golden State Warriors is probably my favorite pastime. It’s hard not to become swept up in the pace of the game — particularly the NBA, with all of the cult of personality and showboating and decadence it fosters.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://talkingpointsmemo.com/?p=206633