I Am Utah Jazz… But Literally, I Am

November 1, 2012

It’s my favorite time of year!  No, not Christmas, in fact Christmas isn’t even in my top two favorite holidays… (that’d be the 4th of July followed in close second by my birthday).  It is…..


Now many people are confused by my strange love for the Jazz.  Some people don’t know how much I love the Jazz.  And some people think I’m crazy for still being a Jazz fan.  But I can’t help it.  I fell in love with them when I was little and never could let them go.

It all started about here… With these awesome clothes and hair you can only guess that this is the 1990’s!  The Jazz became an amazing team with Stockton and Malone leading up to the ’96-’97 season.  My dad was a die hard Jazz fan for many years (he’s the one who suggested we do a Jazz family Christmas photo)…. and it leaked into my blood.

This shot… followed by…..

This celebration… and I was a gonner.  My mom thought it was a phase I’d grow out of.  I’m 22 now.  Still haven’t grown out of it.

I’m a little less eccentric now than I used to be.  I used to get in a lot of fights about the Jazz with kids and teachers at school.  Brooke = Utah Jazz… that’s about all anybody knew.  Though I might have a little more ‘balanced’ life than when I was 13, one could say that my love and obsession for the Jazz really hasn’t gone anywhere but up.

The other day I was looking around my house, and today as I sit typing this, and some other times I look around at things and I realize that I REALLY REALLY love the Jazz.  Even though sometimes I feel like I’ve lost my ‘edge’ in the eccentric-ness of all the time only talking about the Jazz, my life says otherwise.

Over the years I have acquired some Jazz things.  When I say some I mean that my entire life could be Jazz merchandise and Jazzness and I’d be totally cool with it.  Here’s what I mean:

I’ve got Jazz bedspreads, Jazz pillow cases, Jazz bobbleheads, banks, bottles, posters, nutcrackers, marionettes, Christmas tree ornaments, a big plastic tub and drawer in my house completely dedicated to Jazz memorabilia,  Jazz coasters, Jazz teddy bear (ok multiple of these), Jazz toothbrush, Jazz folder, Jazz binder, Jazz book cover, Jazz laptop sticker, Jazz blanket and flags in my car, a fake “#1 Jazz fan” license plate in my car window, Jazz keychains, Jazz shirts, jackets, shorts, and coats, Jazz decorated cups and plates from Color Me Mine, Jazz towels, Jazz jewelry, and…. I really could keep going, but I’ll stop. 

My name at Oakcrest was Jazzer… for obvious reasons.  My wedding colors were yellow, green, and white (until a uniform color change a few years ago they were blue, purple, and white).  I won’t wear red and black together or yellow and purple.  I ask off work for game nights and playoff games in particular.  Before arranging my school schedule for this next semester I tried to see what nights most Jazz games land on in order to avoid missing to many for a class (or missing class for too many Jazz games, ha ha).  When I go to the mall I always make a quick stop at Fanzz.  I sign all my emails, receipts, license, etc. with “Go Jazz”.  Every single one of my papers has “Go Jazz” written by my name.  It about killed me to get a ‘normal’ email address for my work instead of my ‘utahjazzqueen12’ that I’ve had since I was 12. 

Why the Jazz?  Why not.  They are one of my favorite things.  Perhaps it was John and Karl that I fell in love with.  Or maybe it was because I enjoyed watching it with my dad and family.  Or maybe it’s just because when you find your true love you know it the instant you see them.  Who knows.  All I know is that I love the Utah Jazz.  And they love me.

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  • Reply xoxo erin estella November 11, 2012 at 9:33 pm

    Yes! Utah Jazz!

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