bring the noise

aah. Life of a college graduate. I'm kind of living in this lovely limbo right now- caught between post-college and pre-real job- all the while living at home, allowing my parents to take care of my food and utilities, and my mom keeps begging me to let her buy me some new clothes (not kidding). I'm done with work by five at the latest every day and I get to coach young, budding runners three days a week at my old high school. I'm living the life, people. So what have I done with all of this new-found free time on my hands?


Well, one activity I have decided to devote some of my free-as-a-bird time to includes me becoming a re-born Jazz fan. I admit- I lost faith in them for a while there, after they got cheated out of a championship by none other than Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls, but I'm back with all systems on "go."

These fellas have been on fire this year. And lucky me, I have found a devout Jazz fan to help me in this re-birthing process.

meet Matt

We have Jazz games down to a science.

dinner. game at seven- bring the noise. large Coke no ice at the beginning of the third. with intermittent bathroom breaks (ok maybe that one is just me). stay till the end- no questions. freeze our buns on the way back to the car- exact same parking spot. and sometimes I can talk him into ice cream after.

it is definitely a goodtime with this guy

and these guys

Could this be their year??

*and I just found this gem of a quote from back in the glory days:

“Yeah, I got a way to defend it. Bring a bat to the game and kill one of them.”

-Nick Van Exel, on defending the Stockton-Malone Pick & Roll

You gotta love it, baby!