Posted by: Annie Whittaker Jazzbot Blogger on January 3rd, 2011The author's views are entirely his or her own and may not reflect the views of the Utah Jazz.
One of the best things about the NBA and more specifically the Jazz is that they give me a gleam of hope through the long winters. The basketball season is perfect medicine for someone who cheers the winter solstice like I do. Why do I celebrate this solstice like a Pagan-without-abandon? Because it’s on the way up from here baby! With each passing freezing, dark at 4pm day, I know that a little more sun is shining each time.
Think about it, the NBA pre-season starts during the fall when everything is lovely outside, we all feel abundant in our harvesting whether figuratively or literally, and to get to finally watch some (albeit terrible) NBA basketball is an added bonus.
Then the winter comes.
And luckily, we are deep enough in the meat of the season that games matter. They’re good enough to have to turn down invitations for other things so as not to miss them, and we can pretend that we would turn things down to watch the games if we had to even though we probably don’t have that active a social schedule. But at least we feel like we do.
The point is, the other day I was getting really tired of the weather, the season, etc. when I realized that all I have to do is make watching the Jazz my entire life (who doesn’t already?) and when I take a breath between the end of the season and the beginning of the playoffs, it will be spring! Hope springs eternal again!!! So go Jazz, my mental health depends upon it.
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