I was born the year the Jazz arrived in Salt Lake City. Since then, the team has marked various periods in my life…I remember sliding around the linoleum floor of the kitchen, firing shots at the nerf hoop fixed atop the pantry door while I listened to Hot Rod on the radio as a kid…I graduated high school as Michael Jordan broke our hearts during the infamous Flu Game in the 1997 Finals…and I’ve spent a good chunk of the last decade watching the Jazz via Slingbox or NBA League Pass while working in New York City and New Orleans as a middle school teacher. Now I’m back in Utah where I get to enjoy the Jazz from the friendly confines of ESA. Go Jazz.