Waking Ear

When a 'bow hits your eye as you watch a man fly
That's Amare
When the Suns seem to shine as they kick your behind
That's Amare
When the Spurs start to drool just like a buncha fools
That's Amare

OK, I can't think of any more. But know this, Duncan: Amare is hungry. He's not even hungry. He's hawngray. And you're in his sights. Punks jump up to get beat down. I'm not very good at talking trash, but you get the idea.

That will be me in the sixth row at the SBC Center tonight, using tickets obtained by the wonderful Girlfriend, who also got me a brand-new Suns hat to replace the one I've been wearing for more than a decade. Oh, and she also got me one of Phoenix Suns fan Neal Pollack's books. Girlfriend gets the Girlfriend of the Year award.

Oh, music, you ask? I've been listening lately to two artists: Blind Willie McTell, the bluesman who heavily influenced Bob Dylan, and T.I., the rapper responsible for this year's greatest single, "Rubber Band Man." They have so much in common it's scary.