For those who haven’t attended church services in a while, you’ll get a hint of the spiritual, mingled with the Jazz. Excuse the religious undertones, but if it weren’t for religion, I don’t know how a fan base could be so content with mediocrity.
For Utah Jazz fans this upcoming NBA season is a chance to start clean, to renew your faith and hope. The Jazz have unlimited potential. The future looks bright, the youth of the Jazz are the strongest we’ve ever had. Fans are pumped up, season ticket holders are coming back, and the new logo has bumped up sales at every Fanzz store from Provo to Ogden.
But unfortunately, we’re just stuck in a bad movie plot. You know, the one where Bill Murray wakes up every day to the same old rigmarole? Dear Jazz fans, it’s just another Groundhogs day here in Salt Lake City. I hate to be a realist, but it’s in my DNA (I’m from Boston where my whole life I was taught to hate a man who let a round ball roll through his legs).
Let me tell you how the season will unfold. I tell you these things that you may learn wisdom and avoid heartache. The Jazz with all their hopes of a great season, combined with the collective belief and prayers of their loyal fans, mixed in with lots of raw talent (in the case of Fes, really raw talent), led by an amazing coach who has never won a thing, are headed for another early exit in the playoffs.
Why such doubt you ask? Oh me of little faith, I know. Truth is, there’s a little something called fact, not faith. Fact is the Lakers have won the title 2 of the last 3 years. And our road to a title goes through LA. (That’s why you see that “Dead End” sign up ahead.) Truth is, there’s a little something called skill, not potential. His name is Kobe. We counter with the ever-learning-yet-unable-to-find-the-truth C.J. Miles. Truth is, there’s a little something called “been there done that”, not “wish I could have done that”. Phil, Kobe, Fisher to name a few.
What the Jazz need is a savior. And no, I don’t mean Raja Bell or Earl Watson. (And don’t argue with me saying Al Jefferson has great…say it…potential-that’s my point). We need the big name player that will never come to Utah for those reasons (that he’s a big name player, and it’s Utah).
At the expense of being sacrilegious, let me tell you who our savior is: we need a Kobe. (Did I just say that on a a Utah Sports Blog?) We need a closer, a winner, someone who has the skill, not who will develop it. We don’t need youth, we don’t need a project, we need a bonafide winner. And we need him now. Until we get him, it’ll be another off-season of acquiring semi-skilled ballers, drafting white guys with great minds, and hearing Jerry Sloan talk about how we lose because of our youth.
Don’t you wish Kobes came around in the draft more often than once every 10 years? Don’t worry Jazz fan’s, although we don’t have Kobe, we do have our hope and faith. It isn’t much, but it got us through the last ten years, and it will get us through the next ten as well.
(Editor’s note: Please disregard the above article. The author penned this before he was made aware that the Jazz found the next Kobe in the 2010 NBA Draft. Gordon Hayward!!! SWEET!!!)