If there’s a Jazz Heaven, I ain’t going, I haven’t been faithful…

• amir said 1 year, 1 month ago:

  GOOD GAME LAST NIGHT AGAINST HORNETS PAUL MILSAP YOU ARE UNBELIAVABLE PLAYER EVERY BODY LOVES YOU BUT IF YOU GOT LEAD AFTER ONE FREE TROW AND THERE IS 1.3 SECONDS ON THE SHOT CLOCK MIS SECOND FREE TROW PLEASE I LEARN THAT IN HIGH SCHOOL GOD GOODGAME BUT THE END WAS AWFULL

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• Mike said 1 year, 1 month ago:

  I have been cheating on the Utah Jazz. Ever since the off season I’ve had a growing feeling of lust for another team. I have tried to put a brave face on for my Jazz, but it’s not changing the fact how I really feel.

  I have been a fan of the Utah Jazz for nearly 20 years. I’ve been through the good, the bad (Keon Clark, really?), 26 win seasons, everything. Never has my faith in the Utah Jazz swayed.

  But ever since Larry Miller has left us (Rest in peace Larry!), and this past off season, there has been a rumbling in my tummy. Now having woke up from what seems like a dream, I looked my Utah Jazz in the face today and it’s like I don’t even know them anymore.

  Absolutely no recognition of this team I have love and adored, screamed, cried, and jumped around for. Even when John Stockton and Karl Malone left, they still left behind a team that I loved and recognized. It was a rag tag team of nobodies, but they were our nobodies, nobodies we knew, and nobodies who fought hard every game despite their lack of competitive talent with the Kings, Lakers, Spurs and Rockets.

  Carlos Arroyo wasn’t a successful point guard but he was passionate. Jarron Collins wasn’t consistent, but I saw him as a good person. A crappy basketball player who was a good person for my Utah Jazz!

  Now I blink, and Jerry is gone, Phil is gone, Deron gone, Brewer gone, Kyle gone..everything and everyone gone. Our team imploded from within, slapped with a logo designed to invoke thoughts of familiarity, to trick us!

  An entire team, sliced and diced, barely recognizable. Those last remaining scraps, hanging on by a thread, they won’t last.

  I’m fairly certain you all think I am probably being a little too over dramatic, and maybe I am. But I feel like I fell asleep, and have woken up in a strange new alien world. No one speaks the same language, but they pretend to act human, try to convince me I’m home.

  Would your family still be your family if everyone was replaced with strangers? It’s your favorite TV show replacing all the characters at the same time without slowly introducing them, allowing you to care for them.

  That’s what has happened here for me, I just can’t find myself caring for this Utah Jazz. My passion is gone. My screams at the TV, even if listening to the game on the radio are replaced with absent minded interest. What happens when you flip through the channel and see the Timberwolves playing the Hawks? Every Jazz game is a Timberwolves/Hawks match up.

  And after all this, all this, I find myself more and more interested in the daily goings on of a team I have long despised. A team that had cause the most heartache to me. The Chicago Bulls. What makes a team your team? Blind loyalty to a name can only bring me so far, the players and the passion behind their play is why I fell in love with the Utah Jazz to begin with.

  Maybe my feelings will change, maybe I am just depressed for what was such a hopeful season, but come playoff time I think I will find myself watching a few extra Bull games with a little bit of extra excitement.

  Sincerely,
  Seriously Depressed Jazz Fan

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