Living and Dying by the Jazz/Jazz Fanatical
What you won’t find here: any sort of statistical, match-up, trade, X’s & O’s, salary cap, or draft analysis/expertise.
What you will find here: decades of pre-Internet (aka pent-up) Jazz fanaticism, useless commentary, exact transcriptions, and critiques of players’ clothes and hair.
How the love affair started: Watching the Dream Team in the 1992 Olympics (even though I had no idea who any of the players were), and for reasons I can’t explain just loving the way Karl Malone played. When the Olympics were over and the NBA season started, I was a Jazz fan.
How this site started: Lone Jazz fan in a land of non-Jazz fans. Carlos Boozer’s “defense.” An overpowering need to vent. No one to vent to. Signed up for blog account. Rest is history.
In a nutshell: I miss Karl, miss John, love AK-47, and will in all likelihood never get over the departure of Jerry Sloan.