I am an avid Jazz fan ever since the Old Home Bread trading cards (or earlier). I am still twelve years old when it comes to the excitement and giddiness that I feel while in the arena or just plain talking Jazz. My hunger for a championship remains as plentiful as my hatred for Kobe Bryant, Phil Jackson, the Los Angeles Lakers and raisins!

Go Jazz! As the lady in the post office booth would say, “The Jazz are gonna bring it on home!”