kevin durant chews gum + jon schmidt is a jazz fan

Hello hello! Happy 2014! I rung in the new year in Park City with hot tubbing, sparklers, cuddles, and a kiss (yes! a kiss! at midnight! I was beginning to think that was folklore). Oh, and a scary movie. Let's just not talk about any of that.

Cause a pretty cool alternative to watching scary movies is
going to bed knowing you won't have cold sweats and night
traumas, don't you think?

Onwards!

Yesterday, my dad texted me and offered me two tickets to a Jazz game, so I called Mimi and told her "we have plans tonight! also what color are the jazz?"  and two hours later we were settling into our [row 7] seats. Subtle, right?  We had the hardest time deciding which team we were going to root for because my dad informed us that one of the best players in the NBA was playing on the opposing team, Oklahoma City. So. Were we loyal Utahns, or Kevin Durant followers? Fortunately, we chose to be faithful Jazz/Gordon Hayward fans and cheered our dear Jazzers onto a nail-biting (ish) win.

Around half time, this distinguished looking red-head sat down in front of us, and consequently, people flocked to him. I mean it. Like, shaking his hand and asking to take pictures with him and who the heck is he??  Mimi and I could not figure it out - we both texted our dads this picture to see if they knew who this assumed dignitary was. We googled "famous red heads of utah" and the like to see if anything came up.

Nothing did.

Then, after some eavesdropping and maybeee a little bit of sleuthing (checking out the name on his credit card) we figured out who he was.

JON SCHMIDT. OMG what do we do? Start humming Waterfall in his ear? Ask him to play at our next ward activity? What what what??

While the famed pianist was in front of us, we had nothing but the most die-hard fans to the left of us. Complete with their wool jazz sweaters and megaphones with sirens. They really made our game-going experience ideal.

I think by the end of the game, we were very pleased with the fact that we boo'd a sufficient amount, clapped at all the right times, and picked up on the player's little quirks (fact: kevin durant chews gum during the game; gordon hayward is bow-legged, has a twin, and is not lds BUT i've always been a flirt-to-convert kinda gal).

So, I think it's fair to say that we are the Jazz's newest fans. As long as they keep us entertained with fans that are Steve Buscemi-look-a-likes who wave rubber chickens around and food vendors that offer me food that they don't, in fact, sell, we will keep coming back.

ox/C