So this last Monday Liz and I went to the Jazz game. They were playing the aging but still entertaining Phoenix Suns. They are probably the only team we root for besides the Jazz mostly because of that fire cracker Steve Nash. Watching him play is like watching little kids open presents on christmas morning you cant help but smile. Its kind of weird that a 6'2 white guy from Canada was the NBA MVP 2 years in row. So we were running a little late to the game but running late to a game is completely normal for us. Hey it was a Monday and we were both a little tired so please save your judgments for when you're watching your favorite reality show. So we didn't have time to grab anything to eat before the game so we decided to just get something at halftime and what we got was more than any man could ask for.
We ran down to the lower bowl to find some crap to push in our faces when an angel of a man tapped me on my shoulder and from the second he touched me I knew I would never forget him. He asked me and Liz how many people we had in our party? And when he was doing this I couldn't help but notice he was holding two tickets in his left hand. I was trying not to sound too eager when I told him it was just me and the mrs but as I said this my hand was slowly defying what my brain was telling it not to do and was going up to grab the tickets. After we told him he asked us if we wanted to take his tickets because him and his girlfriend were leaving then a huge choir of angels began singing and he told us that his seats are on the 3rd row and we could just go on down there and enjoy the game. We said we would have to think about it and that we would call when we made our decision. Of course thats a lie. We gladly accepted and then simultaneously peed our pants. He handed me the tickets and we looking them over and saw that they were $477.00 a seat we couldn't believe it. All the love and respect I had for that man went right down the toilet, only one flush needed. Who would spend close to a thousand dollars on tickets and leave at halftime? Oh are you feeling ill? Did you forget to set the tivo to record dancing with the stars? But I couldn't dwell on what his problems were because at that point I didnt have a problem in the world.
So we started skipping down the stairs to our seats lower and lower. We actually had to go on to the court to get to our seats and that is just a great feeling. When we were walking on the court the two teams were warming up and walked over to Boozer and said "hey Booz, listen the only thing about Shaq you have to worry about is the smell!" He laughed really hard and said "thats why I have these earplugs shoved up my nose!" And he really did have them up there. Then we both laughed again then he hugged me and I walked away. I could tell Korver was jealous but if he isnt going to make an effort, Im not going to make and effort. So we finally get to our seats and they are amazing. I couldnt breathe for the first ten minutes.We were sitting right across from the Suns bench. Right behind Larry H. Millers seats. Its a total diffrent game down there you can hear them yell at each other you can see so much of what is really going on. And Shaq is a freak. He is so big when you are close up. So to top it all off the Jazz beat the Suns. It was one of the greatest nights me and Liz have had with the Jazz but it will get surpassed this spring when they finally get that championship. Go Jazz.
