Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl was born and raised in Salt Lake City, you know, where the Jazz are from. She grew up in a family that did not have much interest in sports. After she graduated from high school, she moved to Logan, Utah to go to Utah State University. While at Utah state, she discovered the sport of basketball. It had never crossed her mind that people actually enjoyed watching the sport.
On a cold January night, she was talked into going to an Aggie basketball game. I'm not sure if it was the actual sport or the mass of students acting like they were milking a cow while singing, "The Scotsman," but at some point during the night, she fell in love. Her love only grew from that point on. It started small with college basketball, but grew to a love for the NBA and the Jazz as well, (and I'll be honest, the Nuggets too.)
This brings us to present day, where this girl is on her way to her 22nd year of life, as well as her 22nd year living in Utah. To this day, she still has never been to a Jazz game. Her dear Asian Chicken Platter friend Tracy Barnes called her this morning with news of her early Christmas present:
Two tickets to three Jazz games.
It's going to be a Merry Christmas. It may not have been the desired plane tickets that were mentioned here, but it's probably the next best thing.
Moral of the story is that she is unbelievable excited for her three games with T-boss Barnes this January :)