My first Jazz game was actually a Laker game, back when Magic Johnson was still playing and the Jazz still inhabited the Salt Palace. Despite the loss, I’ve been a fan of the Jazz ever since and have suffered through the highs and lows of what it means to be a fan in Utah. I’m a novelist who pays the bills working as a coordinator of skill training at the Independent Living Center. I’m an eternal student, an accidental activist, and a lover of the written word and fantastic television.