Inspired by Tara's Chris Webber post, I've decided to jot down a few NBA memories.
Hopfully some will make you laugh-others will probably make you want to cry.
Tara's Jazz flag cape.
"Utah Jazz" painted down my legs.
"Karl, we've met before..."
Our binoculars.
Freddy.
Larry.
Devrie's bloody leg.
Thurl, Mark, Steve.
The posters.
Stockton to Malone.
At a time in our lives where our peers were experimenting in drugs, sex, and everything else, we were lucky to have the Utah Jazz to keep us from getting into trouble.
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Man, I miss the good ol' Jazz days! I am seriously laughing out loud right here in the office. Might I add another "Karl, I'm your illegitmate child!"
ha ha ha. Love it. Who is Freddy? I must not have been there. And I don't seem to recall Devrie's bloody leg either!
Shoot. I think I just remembered who Freddy was. Chip tooth Freddy? Albertsons Freddy? Good times right there!
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