The Jazz played a fantastic game last night against the Spurs. Not only did they win convincingly, but I was able to watch the game with my three-and-a-half year old daughter. We'd never sat down and watched a game before, so I did my best to make it as fun as possible. I think I was a success. We first established that the men in white shirts were the Jazz and we were supposed to get excited when they scored. We weren't to cheer when the men in black shirts scored. We got the cheering down so well that my wife could hear us from the upstairs livingroom. I loved to hear the additional observations from my little girl as well. She was interested in knowing everyone's name, and special things about them. Andre has crazy hair, Carlos and Deron draw on their arms, and Kyle looks like a prince. I'm reminded of my youth when I started learning the game of basketball and the Jazz players. Karl and John were just starting back then. No championship was delivered for me as a kid. I'll cross my fingers with my daughter that they get one before she becomes a mother.
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