Do you revere, value, and marvel at what Steve Nash has done for the Suns? Then let it go.

Do you acknowledge and concede that Planet Orange still orbits around the brightest Sun in franchise history? Then let yourself go. Unclench thy fists, we say. Set Nash free - before the NBA trade deadline.

We're talking about the man, his team, and the notion. This antiquated belief that Nash still has a future in Phoenix. Or perhaps that Nash has some greater basketball purpose to serve. Not here, not anymore.

Alas, at age 37, the Nash Rambler might as well be the Phoenix Suns Gorilla, minus the trampolines. Both take the court to entertain only, because both can only impact the outcome so much. And, in both cases, it's not their fault.

For one, The Gorilla doesn't log meaningful minutes (yet). And Nash, much like the Rambler automobile from the 50's, has nothing left around him. Nash might as well be on an engine stand, a motor sitting all by itself outside the car.

That was never more (painfully) apparent than the Suns game at MSG. While the Knicks were looking worse than the ratty hat on the head of Woody Allen, the TV broadcast busted out archive highlights from a triple-OT game vs. the Knicks, circa 2006.

Immediately, we yearned for the TV suits to send the current game to the highlight reel and air the 2006 game - in its entirety. Heck, run it on a loop, 24/7. Let us soak in and savor what it was like for Nash to run the break with high-flying finishers and dead-eye shooters. From Amare and Marion filling the lane, to Joe Johnson, Quentin Richardson, and Raja Bell all filling the hoop from long range.

Back then, you couldn't believe the box score. Now, all you hear is the clock ticking. And it's not coming from the scoreboard.

Yes, it's time. The time has come for us to do what's only right and let go, both of the man and the notion. Nash has performed his community service. Hence, he is allowed to take off the orange (vest).

So, here in 2012, Paulie Point Guard has once again entered the Betty Ford Clinic for Playmakers. That's right, just a couple years ago, we did the same for another #13. (In fact, note to Suns/Cardinals: if the Team Shop just sold "Quit #13 Patches" - it'd be so much easier.)

Like Kurt Warner, we've been slowly weaning ourselves off the masterful brand of ball where an MVP triggerman not only makes everyone better, but makes it matter. Every game, every possession. Look away for a moment and you might miss something. And you simply can't put a value on that. We know that.

Yet, it's time. Later this season, Nash should be riding his skateboard in NYC or driving an F-150 in OKC. Heck, maybe he will walk the red carpet in Miami, where the Big 3 will now all be former MVP's (sorry Chris Bosh).

Forget "Free Willy." For Nash the filmmaker, he should cast himself in his own flick - "Free Nash."

Everybody now: "Ready, Set, (Let) Go!"