At the beginning of the season, Middlebrow went on record predicting that the Jazz wouldn't make the playoffs. Predictably, I protested, but I am publicly acknowledging that I was wrong.
Even so, it was kind of great to watch the Jazz win against the Warriors who, to their credit, kept playing right till the end. C.J. Miles was a pleasure to watch, and in his post-game interview was just so darn cute. I got a little tear in my eye--go figure!--at the end watching Ostertag hug everyone. Also, I think Boozer is living up to the hype and more these days. I'm looking forward to next season. I will make a significant sacrifice to the gods of basketball that the Jazz have an injury-free season.
Soccer Update: Up till now, the West Jordan Jaguars have been undefeated, but lost to the Riverton Silverwolves because of a crappy call when a Silverwolf flopped in the box. One penalty kick in the 75th minute or something, and we were screwed. My son, however, played beautifully out on the left wing. You'll have to trust me on this one.
Letter-Writing Fiend: On Sunday, I vented my spleen by sending the following letter to the Trib Sports editor. It remains to be seen whether they'll publish it, but I had fun writing it:
To the Sports Editor:
After having read one more obnoxious column from Monson, in which he characterizes the Jazz’s rebuilding efforts as “sagging,” I feel obliged to make this prediction: when the Jazz have a great season next year, barring injury, Monson will still be manufacturing reasons to be pessimistic about the Jazz—how they lack toughness, Boozer’s character flaws. Enough! The Jazz have been thrilling lately—you can see the design in the moves the Jazz front office has made, and the design looks like a winner. I admit I worried about Boozer as the injury dragged on, but as of the last couple of dozen games, I’m a believer.
Monson should figure out what’s making him feel so dyspeptic and pursue a remedy—the Trib is, last time I checked, one of two Jazz hometown newspapers. I can listen to the color commentary on nationally televised games if I want to hear Monson’s brand of bile.
Wireless Watch: Still wired. But who's counting?