Their season starts today and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't really excited. I have looked forward to this day since May when I sadly listened to the Jazz lose to the Lakers on the radio. My relationship with the Jazz has been a long and unfulfilling so far. I know they are going to break my heart every year, but I come crawling back with a small hope that this year might be different.
I remember growing up listening to Hot Rod Hundley talk about Horny, Sky Blue Edwards, Big T Bailey, and John Stockton giving that cowhide globe a gentle push and a mile arc. I can still remember when I sat all alone at one of my family's kitchen barstools watching the 1997 playoff game against Houston. I remember almost falling off of that same barstool when John Stockton hit a game winning three pointer to send the Jazz to the finals.
Sadly, I also remember watching Michael Jordan violently push Bryon Russell, along with all of my youthful dreams, aside before nailing a game winning shot.
Every year brings new hope and disappointments. Brooke gets frustrated seeing me get my hopes up again and again. I can outwardly say that I don't care, but I would only be lying to myself. Maybe this year will be the one..
3 comments:
I never realized the depth of your devotion! It hasn't been a good year for your teams so don't get your hopes up too high:( You got another wedding present today!
i hope you look like that last picture when you're an old man. we should go to a jazz game together!
My great hope is that sometime during my lifetime the win a championship. If not, I will die an unhappy man.
Post a Comment