My brother and I went to the Jazz game tonight. It was really fun. My dad splits season tickets with a couple other guys; he's done that for somewhere between ten and twelve years now. We all enjoy it. When I grow up and move on with life, I really want to be able to own my own set of season tickets and continue on the tradition.
We started out by eating at Tucanos. My bank account after that episode is now drained to a whole ten dollars... oh well. I have a bunch of cash that I should probably just rely upon until Christmastime. And then came the Jazz Game!
So, you'll notice that for the Jazz Game photos, most of my pictures involve Andrei Kirilenko in some way or another. This is part of the hot man therapy. Then, there's number 20, Gordon Hayward. He's my age, just seven months older. He's already a millionaire, just because he can play this sport well. I do believe he's handsome, and I'm debating on whether or not he counts as eye candy. The fact that I'm debating it probably means he is.
That other dude by Deron Williams is Chris Paul.
Al Jefferson.
The Jazz Bear got a big balloon full of confetti going around, and then he popped it.
That's the confetti from the balloon in the air.
The best mascot! He was going to sled down the stairs, and some Hornets fan got in the way and made it so we didn't get to watch him go down the stairs. The ushers moved the guy out of the way and talked to him. The Jazz Bear came back with a vengeance. He got a big yellow balloon, tied the Hornets fan's hat to it, and let the balloon go. Then he threw a cake in the guy's face. Go Jazz Bear! The guy had it coming. I'm pretty sure that the ushers warned him it would be happening.
Gordon Hayward with the ball.
Another one of Hayward.
Me and my brother at halftime.
I tried to get a picture that would show how close we are to the court. I don't know how well that worked.
Yes, yes it is.
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