Recently i posted about the new Jazz logo/uniforms and since then we’ve bought a half seasons worth of home game tickets. With the team only winning a third of their games (they are one and two w/l right now) i’ve allowed my attention to drift towards a different game this weekend.
The unbeaten University of Utah hosts unbeaten Texas Christian University in what could be;
a) the last meeting in some time for these Mountain West powerhouses
b) springboard to a possible National title for the winner, and
c) the best hope for a non BCS school to crash the payout party that is the current Bowl Championship Series.
Next year, Utah joins a BCS conference when they join the PAC 12. That fact still won’t allay my hatred for the system, or the fact that undefeated Utah teams from 2004 and 2008 had no real chance to claim a national title, despite beating BCS schools both years in their respective bowls.
The game itself is getting some national love – the roadshow that is ESPN’s College Game Day will be in town to incite, er, broadcast from the stadium parking lot before the game.
i kid about our basketball team, and have every confidence in them. There was a big turnover in the line up this off season, and despite the fact of winning every preseason game, i didn’t expect them to be world beaters out of the gate. i rarely grab the mail, but this being trash day, emptied the box when i brought the cans back to the house. My wife got a personal letter from, as the return address said, “Jazz”.
Now, don’t get me wrong – i’m not the jealous type as much as i am the envious type. i wanted to know why my pro basketball team was sending my wife hand written letters! Being the dutiful husband and checking for anthrax/bombs, i opened it to find four tickets, two each for the Boston (pictured above) and Miami games! [Personal shout out to my wife – this has positively re-enforced me to open more of your mail].
Today was the mid term elections. If you want soap-boxing about politics, go somewhere else. i only mention it because we went to the local polling place early, was there when the doors opened. After committing my right to vote as a citizen (strangely enough, my ballot allowed me to make a choice other than “R” if i were so inclined) the ride to work seemed uneventful. Same 26 miles (same distance as a marathon, heh) i usually make, but it dawned on me (this idea, not the actual sun) that this would be the last week that it wouldn’t be dark going both to and from work.
Screw Daylight Savings Time, i want a choice on my next ballot to vote it away . . .