I used to be a pretty big Jazz fan. My brothers always have been, and while I was younger I watched the games on tv with them. Back in the days when they went to the finals up against the Bulls, I was huge into it. I knew which players started, their names, numbers and positions, and I even knew all the people on the bench and their jersey numbers. I was even pretty familiar with the athletes on teams OTHER than the Jazz. But that was back in the days of Stockton, Malone and Hornecek. (spell?) These days I don't follow them at all. But it was still fun, and now I know three names. Boozer, (the worst name ever!) Kirlinko, or some such Scandinavian name, and CJ Miller.
Proof that we were indeed there.
The halftime stuff was entertaining as well. They brought out the trampoline and a big pad and the mascot did flips and dunks and fun stuff.
During this time, Morgan was at my relatives home being babysat. He really likes my Aunt and Uncle and cousins and he did well there. I sure do appreciate their kindness and help! It's nice living so close to some family.
When we went to pick him up, around 10:30, we were told that he just barely fell asleep. But this is how we found him.
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Jason will be so jealous when I tell him. He LOVES the Jazz... correction, he's obsessed with the Jazz. He actually got to go to that final game with Michael Jordan, Karl Malone and John Stockton. He was depressed when they lost.
We went to Utah this last weekend for Jason's dad's 60th b-day (big party). We talked to Uncle Fred and found out that he and Aaron are co-workers, working on a project together currently. Wow, another "small world" experience. It's crazy sometimes.
Ooooo I hope your brothers are so jealous.
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