Call me next November

for some reason the universe has seen fit to take a dump on my face as often as possible in the last couple weeks. Really unnecessary universe, thanks though.
This is my picture describing the last two Jazz games...

it's like the Jazz are a bunch of mildly retarded people, no matter how many times they touch the oven they just don't get that it's HOT. how many times do you need to lose to the worst teams in the league both at home and away before you realize that you aren't good enough to just jog around. Guess what Jazz? you aren't good enough! guess what Jazz? you have a road record comparable to the Minnesota Timberwolves, whom you just LOST TO AT HOME!

Brent is done watching basketball this year, it's apparent the Jazz don't care and I really have no intrest watching the Jazz get swept by the Lakers in the first round. HOPEFULLY all the players who can opt out this season do opt out, and this team will be vastly different next season. Maybe this organization will be able to find players who can motivate themselves to play an 82 game season, and motivate themselves to win in the playoffs. call me when the draft is over...

this is my new niece, Kalianna Dace. She's pretty cool, only she looks like an underpants gnome. 6 lbs. 1 ounce. 19 inches tall. she enjoys eating her fingers and blearily looking at nothing in particular, and getting caught in the rain... Matt got a picture of me holding the little one but it's just a picture of Brent holding a bunch of blankets. talk to ya later, even though no one yet knows my blog address so no one can read this yet... maybe I should get on that...