Bring it on out, how about this Jazz!

John: "You sure? We still have two more quarters of basketball."
Me: "Good point, better get a tall boy."
And thus I drink 24 more ounces of Budweiser as the Jazz take care of the Rockets in Houston. It was an ugly game, but it was made less ugly by my second favourite basketball companion, ice cold beer. My brothers and I have it worked out to a pretty exact science. When we go to Jazz games in person, we get good and hammered at home and then TRAX it to the game. Once there, we like to average a beer per quarter. This is easily accomplished by taking advantage of the ESA's policy of 2 beers at a time. Snag 2 before the game, snag 2 more at halftime. This leads to full enjoyment of the contest while minimizing the effect on one's wallet (we always buy cheap seats too).

When watching the Jazz on TV the science is a little less exact. As evidenced by the conversation between John and I during Tuesday's game, the main goal is to always have a beer in hand. I had run out of beer at halftime and was toying with the notion of watching the second half without said libation. John took good care of his brother and the situation was quickly remedied at a reasonable $2 cost.

Now, before I had the pleasure of watching a game on my brother's new 46" high def flat panel TV, I had the privilege of attending not one, but two Jazz games in person. To make a long story short, I was trying to meet up with a friend who had season tickets both times and failed as a result of not knowing how to work my new phone. I did, however, have two of the best Jazz game experiences I've ever had. The first was made fun by the constant pursuit of my friend with absolutely nothing to go on. I had 1 beer that night and it was delightful (Bud Light Wheat). The second was made fun by giving up on my friend early and instead trying to find my brother. I had two beers this game (Budweiser both times) and ended up sitting alone in a sea of awesome, younger fans. I've gotta tell you, there is nothing like being surrounded by young fans, many of whom are attending their first game. They get excited about absolutely everything, and every chant you do is new to them (they had seriously never chanted "DEFENSE!" before).

So there you have it, watching the Jazz with my old friend beer. The only thing better is watching them with friends, and I always make sure and have them handy. Cheers to our boys in blue!