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 most of the last 8 years watching the Jazz via Slingbox or NBA League Pass while living in New York City and New Orleans. Now I’m moving back to Utah where I’m going to teach history and coach debate at Alta High School. I can’t wait to reclaim my season tickets high up in the cheap seats of ESA. Go Jazz.