the Jazz are in town.

A few weeks ago, the Jazz came to town to play the Suns. We of course wanted to go, so we bought some cheap tickets, dressed ourselves up in blue, and went to the game. We were pretty much the only ones (plus maybe 20 other people) cheering on the Jazz. We got some dirty looks. But it's okay, cause the Jazz won. Take that Phoenix. (We are Suns fans too, as long as they're NOT playing the Jazz... we're still Jazz fans at heart.)

Here's all of us. Our friends in the middle are Suns fans... maybe not such a good idea to go with a bipartisan group.


Here are the players during a time out:



After we figured out where all the empty seats were at half time, we moved down really close so that when the Jazz were exiting the court, we could reach over the railing and give them high fives. Colonel got to high five Fesenko, after which, he held his right hand sacred for the next three hours.

And alll of us at the end of the game. Love it when the Jazz win. Go. Jazz.