Posted by: jazzmanjoshua on October 14th, 2010The author's views are entirely his or her own and may not reflect the views of the Utah Jazz.
I was introduced to the Utah Jazz while listening to my grandma call players on opposing teams words that I would later be chastised for repeating. I started passively following and rooting for the Jazz at that time. I remained passive until I attended a game that changed my fandom forever.
Several years ago, I was sitting at Energy Solutions Arena watching our players warm up. Suddenly my eyes shifted and focused on a short, balding man looking disapprovingly at the courtside seats. It was Larry Miller. His piercing gaze was directed at the covers on the back of the chairs. He moved in like a shiny headed carnivore approaching its prey. Then, I saw something I will never forget. Larry Miller, a monetary monster in the community, shuffled seat to seat straightening each cover. The pride that man, whose name rightfully graces our court, took in his work changed a passive Utah Jazz fan into a Utah Jazz fanatic that day.
I became more dedicated to the Utah Jazz than Kobe and LeBron are to themselves. In the blink of an eye, I was more obsessed about the Jazz than Gilbert Arenas is about the NRA. I am now more loyal to our guys than Ron Artest is to his psychiatrist. The experience turned me into a person who was filled with pride when his six-year-old daughter cried because a pre-season game was not being broadcast on television.
One of the things that set me apart from many other Jazz fans interested in becoming Jazzbots, besides the fact that I do a mean robot dance, is that I am just as entertained by what goes on behind the scenes, between the games and off the court as I am with the games themselves. The offseason is not an offseason for me. I am intrigued by the process through which success is achieved as much or more than success itself. Everyone who contributes to the organization has a story, and I would like to tell stories about fans, ushers, concessioners, management, players and everything in-between.
I will also provide details in my posts that many would not think of:
- When Raja Bell told Kobe where to put his helicopter gas, he saved him (at a rate of at least $5 per gallon and 20 gallons per hour) $100 in gas money. That is likely the same amount that Kobe pays an amateur photographer to do his photo shoots.
- Jeremy Evan’s legs below the knee are actually surgically implanted pogo sticks.
- Bob Ross claims he liked the “paint” long before Big Al, and wants a cut every time such a reference is made
- Prior to every jump ball Andrei Kirilenko is involved in, he looks at the opponent and says “I must break you.”
- Carlos Boozer is being investigated because sources say he broke his hand while excitedly flipping to the last page Better Homes and Gardens magazine. He subscribed when he realized he spent more of his career in his garden than on the court.
Finally, if chosen I will replace my arms and legs with kitchen appliances and get a Utah Jazz tattoo on my forehead so fans can always recognize me as a Jazzbot!
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