By the time I was old enough to understand what basketball was the great days of Stockton, Malone, and Championship runs were on their way out. One of the earliest basketball memories I have is wondering why everyone was so mad when a guy named Karl Malone was playing for the Lakers. When I was a youngster the Jazz were winning 20 something games a year and their only real star was a crazy Russian named Andrei Kirilenko. Watchin AK-47 slamming it down and blocking just about everyone in the league got me hooked. Some of my worst days were when D-will, Booz, and Okur lost in the Western Conference finals to the Spurs; or when Jerry Sloan retired; or when KOC decided it was best to trade Memo to the Nets. Through wins and losses, playoff runs or 20 win seasons, on game nights you’ll always find me on my coach (or at the arena if I’m lucky) wearing my jersey, rootin’ for the Jazz.