I remember the good old days of being a Jazz
fan. When I'd count the hours until the game was about to begin. When I knew that the Jazz would fight to the end, play smart, and beat their opponents as much with savvy as with talent.
I remember when I would not always be pleased with Jerry's decisions but that I usually could live with them and just as often he was right and I was wrong. One thing I could count on with the Jazz and Jerry is that the team and the players would always be ready to play and would give their best shot.
But those days have long past. LHM is gone and his son has taken over. Ty Corbin is the coach. A nice enough guy and I was willing to give him a chance to put his stamp on the team but carry on the tradition that Jerry had established.
I waited as the Jazz acquired new and promising talent, especially young players who looked to be future stars. I waited as Ty Corbin tried to figure out what to do with this talent. I waited as Ty Corbin tried to figure out how to assemble a decent defense with this talent. I waited as Ty Corbin tried to figure out how to run an efficient offense with this talent. I waited for Ty Corbin to give minutes to this talent. And I kept waiting. I became more and more exasperated as I watched this talent play limited minutes and outplay the tired vets who tried to figure what Ty Corbin was trying to do and consistently spotted their opponents points only to let the more talented reserves catch up.
Now, I'm waiting for the Jazz to find a new coach so that the good old days will no longer be a thing of the past. Until that day I no longer will counting the hours until the next game.
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