Dear Utah Jazz,
You broke my heart. I thought you should know that you broke my heart. I feel like I hardly know you anymore. Please tell me that you have been replaced by imposters and the real Utah Jazz team will show its face any day now.
The season has been rough; I understand that. No one expected Boozer to miss 45 games, for Deron to miss 14 games, and AK, Memo, and Millsap to be banged up all season long. Injuries happen, there is nothing that anyone can do about them. But you were strong during your injuries.
I was worried when Deron went down in a pre-season game against Chicago
. I was worried that we wouldn't win a game until he was back. But you did it; you carried on without Deron. The bench was strong, Knight and Price filled in nicely, and Boozer was the leader. All was well.
Then disaster struck. The unbelievable happened. Boozer went down. Boozer and Williams both out at the same time—what could be worse?
Then Deron came back, maybe a little too early. "We'll be ok" I told myself. "Deron can lead this team, he can help the other starters, and the role players make it work until Boozer comes back." Guess what? He did!
It was a rocky start; he wasn't truly himself until just before the All-Star break. But you did it. On the way, you beat LA, Boston
, and Dallas
, unbelievable teams.
You went on a 12-game win streak before disaster struck again. I don't know what happened. You were up by seven points with two minutes to go in Miami
. You have not been the same since that overtime loss. What is it about Miami that hurts your ego?
In the 2006-2007 season you were 18-12 on the road. You went to Miami were up by 20 points and ended up losing the game. Again, you were never the same and finished the season 2-9 on the road. We all know how you did last year on the road and, well, this year its even worse if you could believe that.
What happened in Miami in 2007? What happened in Miami this past March? Why are you not that same confident team that you were before?
At least I can count on you at home, Utah Jazz. At least I can enjoy watching you at home. Wait, no I can't. You lost to two teams under .500 at home in less than a weeks span. I know, it's unbelievable.
First you lose to the T-Wolves, a team purposely tanking the rest of the season with many of its starters missing, by one lousy point. It pretty much clinched you into the eighth seed, the only seed you did not want in the playoffs. But hope for a higher seed was not lost.
The T-Wolves home loss was bad, but it can possibly get any worse can it? Yes, it can.
On a Saturday night with Jazz fans anxious to get the Dallas and San Antonio
losses out of their mouths, you play the Golden State Warriors
. Actually, the D-league equivalent to the Warriors. Don Nelson has been shutting down the team for months. The Warriors had eight active players, seven who were going to play on Saturday night, who played the night before against the Rockets
An easy win for you, a game to help boost your confidence. Wrong again. You trail and go down by double digits in the second quarter, leave the court at halftime to boos by your own fans.
But it's ok, you'll fight back in the second half. The Warriors will run out of steam: there is so few of them. No, no come back. You lose by ten. Now you're the eighth seed almost definitely.
Thank you Jazz. Thank you for raising my hopes by staying in the race despite injuries, then crashing and burning the last month of the season, thank you, thank you.
Utah Jazz, in the famous lyrics by Pink Floyd:
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
Your just five lost souls
Playing on the court,
Game after Game,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
A Utah Jazz Fan