There’s always something to howl about.

Total eclipse of the Suns . . .

I have lived in Phoenix full-time since 1993, but, until tonight, I have never once been to a Phoenix Suns game. Other than poker, basketball is the only sport I like, and I love the Suns, I’ve just never made time to go see the home team play. Tonight’s is an exhibition game. My niece is part of the half-time show, and she scored us free tickets. I’m not all that big on crowds and noise, but we saw the world-champion Phoenix Mercury under similar circumstances this summer, and it turned out to be painless and fun.

The painful part about the Suns is their flawless talent for snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. The fans live in a perpetual state of heartbreak, crestfallen by past disappointments but still somehow convinced that this time will be different.

Cheryl Johnson ran a video of this tune yesterday, and below you’ll find a different version. The songwriter is Jim Steinman, who wrote all of those teutonic anthems for Meatloaf. For the Suns and all they will do to us again this year, this is Bonnie Tyler expressing Steinman at his heartbreaking best: