Game Notes: Suns at Sixers

by Doobie Okon I woke up this morning feeling like Charlie on his way to Wonkaville. Eight months ago, I was preparing for the MCATs and now, somehow, I’m embarking on my first media adventure ever. In my hometown, nevertheless. Not too shabby, my friends. 4:13 p.m. - I’m told I could go as early as three hours before the game, so you can bet your rear I’m doing just that. But I can’t find the media entrance to the Wachovia center and nobody seems to have any information for me on this day. Awesome. 4:32 p.m. - A Tzvi-Twersky-lookalike is smoking a boge outside. Seriously though — sweatpants, black hoodie, same beard. Anyway, he showed me the way to the media entrance where I proceeded to get my press pass, the golden key to the adventure. 4:36 p.m. - Follow the herd to the media room. Surely, these vets have done this a million times. To them it’s routine but to me, new, exciting and appetizing. Yes — great tacos. The buffet’s a phenomenal perk, for sure. 5:09 p.m. - As...