jazz.

Sure wish they didn't suck.

For Christmas, I gave Dewy Jazz tickets to go and see the San Antonio Spurs play. The game was last night. When I bought the tickets the Jazz were actually winning, just for the record.

I sat next to a man who may or may not have had a little too many brewskies. At the start of the second quarter I happened to glance at him while he took a big ol' swig of his "golden beverage" and saw that the cup he was drinking out of had six, yes I really did say six, EMPTY beer cups underneath it. That was at the start of the second quarter. We had only been there half an hour! Isn't there a limit?? He really was a fairly mild mannered individual, though his mustache couldn't say so much. He was a true Jazz fan, and almost spilled his beer a few times because he jumped up so quick to shout a profanity at the ref, accuse the refs of cheating, or simply to cheer. The highlight of sitting next to him was probably when he punched me in the head while he attempted to put his coat on. The man didn't even notice. Oh don't even act like you didn't see me... I'm the size of a whale you fool.

Overall, I'm a Jazz fan. Last night's game got really awesome when the 4th quarter hit and Sloan finally decided to make an attempt at stopping the beating we were getting. Mysteriously, when the Jazz start making their comebacks it seems to bond the entire crowd. Everyone was on their feet. Now if they could just start winning. I may have to occupy myself until that point by considering being a Jimmer Fredette fan...

As a side note, the hubs is trying to talk me into naming fetus "Jimmer." So not going to happen. That isn't even a name. Nickname, maybe. Real name? No. Maybe I should consider it though, seeing as the blogging population thinks both the names I want are awful.