A little light Jazz

I love going to Jazz games. I love my team. I love losing my voice in the first quarter on behalf of my team. There is so much that makes up the atmosphere of the game. The energy in the air, the roar of the crowd, the sticky floor beneath our feet. It all adds up to make a magical experience for me.Watching my team beat my other favorite team, the Celtics, I wondered what the experience is like for other people...

We see them on every corner. They flank scalpers and statues of Stockton. The game for them is a job opportunity. We waited long enough for him to put his cell phone away to get to work.

It seems some of them take a different approach. The previous "worker" introduced us to his wife. That's right.

Some fans come in conflict... and my guess is they left in conflict too.

For others it's a learning opportunity. Grandma's explaining the ins and outs of the pick and roll all while comforting him while the Jazz wrap up the win.

Games can just be a great night out with dad.

And a great night out with dad can mean a long night of waiting around for mom.

While fans live and die by what goes on in the arena, he lives by watching what goes on around the arena.

I've never been able to walk out of a loss telling myself that we at least have a championship, or 17 for that matter like Boston. For him, this game was another reason to appreciate his T-shirt.

Sadly, every game has to end with someone emerging as the loser, but it's funny how they seem to attract each other.