So. The Jazz were faced up against the L.A. Lakers-- a hated, but worthy opponent. Even though I love my Jazz, I'm not going to lie, I thought they were gonna suffer a smackdown. IF my husband, Kyle Korver, was playing, I wouldn't have been so pessimistic; obviously they would've won...

Madyson came over and we ate yummy Mexican food, knitted some more scarves, and watched the game. The Jazz did an excellent job until the 4th quarter. But I don't hold it against them. Sometimes it's confusing, ya know? Like you know the game is almost over, but you aren't quite sure, so you just stop playing? It happens to the best of us. It happens to me in almost every basketball game I've ever played. Well, I guess the Jazz players just got confused and so they stopped playing. Easy mistake.





