Its back.

And my emotions are so messed up I feel like I am pregnant. Yes it is officially Jazz season again. I feel like it was only yesterday that we said goodbye. I was so excited for last nights game. Tyler and I donned our Jazz attire (pom poms included) and settled in for what I now realize is going to be a very very very long season. You know how your body can somehow block bad memories or experiences you have had? Yes well I think that is what happened with my Jazz memories. I somehow got so excited for the new season that I almost forgot what I get:

{Please note A in this pictures. Ha!}

It took approximately 46 seconds before Tyler lost his mind. Gone. And I mean Lost. His. Mind. I think he actually believes that the players and refs can hear him through the TV. As if he verbally walks them through every step of the game then they will win. And not only win- but win how Tyler wants them to win. He shared the keys for success this season with me a mere 2 minutes into the game. 1) Make free throws! 2) Win on the road! and 3) Play defense! (Pray for me friends. Pray for me.) Not that this should be a surprise, but like I said- I somehow managed to forget what it is really like. Now I would be lying if I said I was not ridiculously excited to watch all the games. I actually condoned buying NBA league pass so we will never have to miss a game- but all I know is it is going to be one long season. Not that I am not fully prepared to have this back in my life:

There will be ups and there will be downs. But the season started strong with a weak win over the Nuggets. But winning without D-Will is an accomplishment and I will take it. It will be a long road without the family to watch games with us. The boys always help diffuse Tyler's energy away from me. However if anyone is bored and wants to see some good entertainment come on over on Jazz night for full play by play commentary, screaming, jumping and life histories of all players while game is in progress. But as much fun as I make of Ty, I love his gift for knowledge and sports. Put those two together and I sometimes think he picked the wrong profession. He was pretty much made to be a sports announcer/ESPN analyst. But...despite how I sometimes want to claw my ears out of my head just to drown out the noise, I have to say I do welcome the season and will be jumping and screaming on my couch right along with my obsessive husband. Bring on the chaos. And bring me a championship!