
How do you like my tan? I must work out. By the way, the Jazz season ended again in disappointment, and although the Jazz were on national t.v., I doubt anyone in the family was even aware there were games being played. Yes, the Jazz had their moments, and I was there for some great ones, but another season was unceremoniously flushed down the toilet Friday night thanks to a lackluster effort with little to no sense of urgency or passion. So my flag, towel, jerseys, warmups, and anything else Jazz related will go back into storage (unless Ash throws them out) where they'll wait until November when the dream will begin anew. Meanwhile, the Jazz players and I will have plenty of time to do some fishing this year to see how in the world we can bring a title to Utah. These will be some good times.
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The Utah Jazz... oh yeah, isn't that some kind of band that plays at high schools in Utah? like at victory dances. It sounds familiar somehow....
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