They're not quite as fan-friendly as in the Stockton to Malone days. But the Jazz still hold a special place in my heart, so I couldn't pass up an opportunity to see them play in DC. Wayne, Tabbi, Di and I sat on the second row from the top, paid $5 for a coke, cheered our little hearts out and had a great time...til the last 2 minutes. Not even wearing the good ole' purple and gold (old school Jazz colors) could spur them to victory! The Jazz blew it in the last 2 minutes and lost 95-87.
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