| 03 February 2011
Usually a five point win at home against an Eastern Conference team wouldn’t be that big of a deal. However, when you are living in a black hole, I assume that any speck of light would be a welcome sight.
I could easily simply give my opinion on what is wrong with the Jazz right now, shut the laptop and be on my way, but I don’t think anyone would be particularly enthralled by the random observations of yet another “couch expert.”
Instead, I will simply give my opinion on how the last two weeks have been as far as my Jazz fandom goes. In all honesty…it has sucked!
This is a list of things I am confused about:
- Why we look half-speed
- Why we don’t know the plays
- Why we talk about the need to get the ball inside and start the game with six, 20-foot-jump shots.
- Why CJ isn’t starting
- Why the Siegfried and Jensen guy hasn’t gotten a haircut
- Why Bolerjack and Harpring still talk about signage and focus hats when we are down by 20.
- Why Millsap isn’t a Boozer clone plus better defense
- Why the magic spray doesn’t help wrist injuries
- Why we insist on losing to Golden State on the road
- Why “UTAH” was printed on the butts
- Why Kirilenko doesn’t play hard every game
I am actually one of those homers that not-so-secretively thought that the Jazz had the chance to win it all the last three years. Even when Memo went down with arguably the worst injury a basketball player can get on the court, I was still hopeful that the bench big guys would step up and show the league why they should be a starter.
This whole “pessimism” thing is all new to me…with the Jazz anyway. I constantly am finding myself marred by frantic frustration every time there is a turnover, or when Raja misses something a normal starting shooting guard would make, or when someone forgets to box out. I have now seen my Jazz dark side and I don’t like it one bit.
So what should I do? I have contemplated just looking at the score after the game is over to see if I really want to watch or not. I have thought about not talking basketball with anyone, just so I don’t bring angst into my workday. Alas, nothing really helps; I am too far gone with Jazz fandom. I am lost in a sea of Jazzwater with nothing to quench my thirst.
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