I really should find reason to post more often.

We just came back from the Delta boys' basketball game - talk about nostalgia!  I haven't been to the Palladium since before my mission (and that was my brother's senior year - he's been out of high school almost three years now).  It was an intense game - double overtime.  I think our boys could have pulled it out, but they got called for a ticky-tack traveling and made some goofy passes.  But it was fun anyway.

Today also marks halfway done with the school year (for the kids, anyway).  They sure do leave things to the last minute (oy...) - I'm going to be punching in final scores all weekend to get things done in time for next week.

The principal called me in his office yesterday - just to chat about how things are going, nothing serious.  He wondered if I would like to give teaching a try and do the alternative route to licensure.  I thought about it... for all of two minutes.  I really don't want to teach - there's too much stress involved.  It would be nice being at a small(ish) school, but I would likely get a job at a bigger school where it's harder to keep track of the students.  Plus, you know there are always going to be those kids that give you a hard time over the fact they haven't turned in their work and they want to make a big stink about having a bad grade.  And I have to do MORE school and incur MORE debt.  No thank you.  I think I will stick to being the librarian - still has its own set of challenges, but I think I'd prefer dealing with those.

Also - I'm trying to find this picture of me from when I was five years old (a certain one, mind you.  I didn't just wake up with a craving).  When I was five, I found this pair of red plastic glasses rims - probably from a pair of kiddie sunglasses with the lenses removed.  I started wearing them because I thought they made me look smarter (I kid you not).  I think I even wore them to school a few times.  There's a picture of me playing outside with my sister and I have them on and I look adorable.  I want to find it just because I want proof that I wore "brainy specs" before I even knew what the heck they were (I was destined for geekdom from the start - it was inevitable).

I should go to bed now.  The thing about double overtime games is that you get home much later than you intended (and cheering at basketball games is very exhausting).

Oh ... by the way - GO PACKERS! (my team's out of the playoffs, so I have to cheer for somebody.  I'll also be happy with the Steelers if they get through.)
Feel free to skip if you're not inclined to NFL talk, but I was emailing my brother who is on his mission in Argentina.  Every week, after I give him the spiritual thought of the day, I also update him on sports action, with a little color commentary of my own.  And this week's was exceptionally good, I thought (it's the playoffs - you have to bring your best game).  In that spirit, I share this with my readership:

(Background: Mom emailed him during the Packers-Cardinals game when it looked like the Packers had thrown in the towel and said as such.  After that barn-burner, which was a lot more entertaining than the rest of this weekend's Wild Card games put together, I felt that he should be treated to a better play-by-play.  Oh, and Johnny is my obnoxious 11-year-old cousin that everyone loves, but he annoys the crap out of me.  I guess he mellowed out while I was gone, which is great for everyone else, but it sucks for me because we took up where we left off - except I have no backup from anyone else because everyone else loves him now.  In the words of my dearly departed grandmother, Johnny is a little S-H-I-T.  And he loves the Patriots:)

(Start Email) - Anyway, I know Mom emailed you earlier and said the Packers were basically done.  Well, they came back and made it interesting.  Green Bay scored, then they did an onside kick and recovered and got another touchdown on about 4th and 1.  Then the Cardinals scored and it just went back and forth.  Neither defense could play their way out of a wet paper bag.  It was tied 45-45 and the Cardinals went for a field goal at about the 30, but the kicker shanked it, so it went to overtime.  The Packers got the ball first, but the Cardinals defense finally showed up and forced a fumble and recovered and went into the endzone, thus saving the poor kicker's life.

Oh, and the Patriots lost to the Ravens (Happy Day!!!)  But it sucks because I'm not allowed to tease Johnny about it.  When did he become the golden boy?  He gives me constant grief over the Colts losing to the Jets when the Colts sat their starters, but I can't say one word to the twerp.  Any time I say something, Mom goes on about how her team is crap but they got the first draft pick and Dad tells me not beat up on his little buddy and how he remembers forty years ago that the Lions still sucked (sorry I wasn't born forty years ago to witness Fran Tarkington and the Vikings beating up on the Rams.  Who the crap is Fran Tarkington anyway?  That was a rhetorical question.  I can't live with Mom and not know who Fran is.  But just to spite her, I am cheering for the Vikings because I like Brett Favre and I wasn't around for whatever drama there was with him.  So there).  The Eagles-Cowboys game was so stinking boring.  The Cowboys were all over the place.  McNabb thought he was playing women's rugby or something.  Even Chicken-Neck was eager for it to be over.  And the Bengals-Jets... good grief, for all their ghetto-talk, you'd have thought the Bengals would have thought to show up for the actual game. (End Email)

Have a great week, everybody!
Didn't realize it had been four days since I last posted.

The New York Giants just beat the Dallas Cowboys, which means that I am assured of at least one team to cheer for in the Super Bowl (Indianapolis lost to San Diego earlier today, which meant a cranky, grumpy, disappointed and "Don't-talk-to-me-I-will-tear-out-your- liver-and-make-you-eat-it" Wildcat).  I was afraid that it would end up being a Patriots (who I hate with a passion unbridled)-Cowboys (who I also hate with a passion equally unbridled) Super Bowl.  But I like the Packers and the Giants, so I don't care who wins the NFC championship. Brett Favre's got the talent, tradition and he's fun to watch.  Eli Manning's been getting kicked around by the media and he's kind of a cutie (like his brother, Peyton ^_^).  The Packers could probably take New England in the Super Bowl and the Giants nearly beat the Patriots a few weeks ago, so this love affair with the Pats is not going to last.  Even better if San Diego takes them out next week (I don't really care about San Diego either way - except they've beaten the Colts twice this year, so their likability for me is in question).

I just think it would be fantastic if either the Packers or the Giants beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl.  For Green Bay, the Packers kinda stunk last year and everybody thought Brett Favre was going to retire last year.  But then they came out and had a great year and Favre (who should have been the league MVP, but the people who vote on this stuff all want to have Tom "N'Sync" Brady's baby. *vomit*) is back to being brilliant.

For the Giants, they're so much fun to watch when they're good, but they haven't been 100% all year.  When they do bad, everyone writes them off and blames Eli Manning.  When they do good, people just say it's a fluke and "wait-until-next-week-when-they-lay-another-egg."  But they've been playing good the past few weeks, so we'll see.

For now, I'm laughing because Tony Romo hasn't won a playoff game.  And Jessica Simpson wasn't even there to jinx it, so he doesn't have that excuse.  What a dork. :P

Jazz lost to San Antonio and SA is going to the NBA Finals.  Honestly, I'm glad that the Jazz lasted as long as they did because, as rabid and loyal a fan as I am, I also know when to be realistic.  The end of the Jazz's season was not very hopeful, but they kicked Houston and Golden State out of the playoffs when people were saying Houston would sweep the Jazz and the Jazz suck and blahdy-blah, etc, piss me off.

But, no.  The Jazz made a great run at the playoffs and I actually got to see some games (I never got to watch while I was in school, but I was able to keep tabs on the box scores and things).  It reminded me a lot of the Stockton-Malone glory days and I reveled in every aspect of it.  Now that the team has had this playoff experience, they can get better and find what works and what didn't work and get ready for next season.  I'm optimistic for next year and I'm also ready to cheer for San Antonio (it's always been my policy - if I can't cheer for the Jazz, I cheer for the Spurs.  Besides, I'm sick of hearing about great LeBron James or the Detriot Pistons are.  The West is going to win, just you watch.  Because of that, I don't feel too bad that we lost).

The bad thing is that now I have to listen to only how wonderful it is to have a professional soccer team in Utah, which is actually a load of bullshit.  We won't hear anything good about the Utah Blaze, which is our Arena Football League (remember football? Hitting, running, passing, scoring, testosterone, real men?), but Real Salt Lake is that loser Dave Checketts baby and he's so wonderful and I want to puke?  Though, there was something funny on the radio today.  One radio commentator said that a RSL fan could read a book better than a Utah Blaze fan, to which I replied that the only book the RSL fan could read would be Dora the Explorer (Go! Diego Go! means run over that border, Diego! -- I never said my blog would be politically correct, and thankfully so).  The only people who like soccer are illegals and yuppies from South Jordan.

Go Jazz! (and would RSL please relocate?  Or can little Davey Checketts pony up some dough to get a real sport in Utah -- like an NFL team?  I think he owes us that after all this humiliation).

Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
THE UTAH JAZZ ARE BACK IN THE WESTERN CONFERENCE FINALS AFTER A NINE YEAR ABSENCE!!!!!  This certainly merits a Chinese-Firedrill-Type lap around the house in complete and total fan-giddiness!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

I know I ought to be asleep, but who cares?! (blame it on TNT scheduling us for the late game)  I have to post my happiness to the world!!!

The last time I was this excited  was when John Stockton made that three-pointer in the Conference Finals against Houston to send the Jazz to the NBA Finals the first year (the second year, we all knew we were going to cream the Lakers, but it was cool anyway).  This is almost just as fantastic because everyone has been predicting the Jazz would flop out the first chance they got (they tried a couple of times -- I guess they like to keep things interesting for the fans).

This Jazz team reminds me so much of the teams that went to the Finals.  First off, you've got your extremely well-rounded roster of players.  It's not just one or two players running the show.  We have the starting five (Boozer, Williams, Kirilenko, Fisher and Okur -- who my dad affectionately calls "The Goon Squad" [they may not be pretty, but they get the job done]), but then we've got Harpring off the bench (who is brilliant when he's spot-on), Dee Brown who can pick it up when the other guards get in foul trouble, and Paul Millsap (who I want to bake cookies for and I'll explain why in a minute).  Our bench is so deep for when we need to make changes in the lineups or when they just need a break.  Now, back in the day, we had the legendary Stockton-to-Malone, but there was also Jeff Hornacek, Antoine Carr, Bryon Russell, Adam Keefe and even the lovable goober, Greg Ostertag (we never said the center position was our best).

Paul Millsap is a rookie, but he reminds me so much of John Stockton in his attitude and his character.  Maybe it's just because he's a rookie and still learning the ropes, but Millsap can come out, kick your butt and make you like it.  He doesn't show off or anything; he just goes out there and gets the job done.  If he gets a double-double in the process, that's just because that's what's going to win the game for his team.  And he is freaking amazing on the court.  I sincerely hope the Jazz keep him and I hope that he stays this awesome because that's what I miss about Stockton retiring.  I've never liked the NBA going to this showboat-alley-oop-circus-jungle-ball style just to sell tickets.  When Stockton retired, I thought we'd probably lose the last shred of dignity the NBA had, but as long as players like Millsap come along, I think things will be fine. </gush>

Now, I am a dedicated Jazz fan (having watched them rabidly since I was gumming Gerbers), but I do know a challenging situation when I see it and I know when the boys need a little tough love from the fans (not that they're ever going to hear it, but they make enough bone-headed mistakes that it makes me feel better).  We're going to end up playing either Phoenix or San Antonio, neither of which is going to be a cake walk, especially since we won't have home court advantage no matter who we end up playing.  All season long, the Jazz have played a lot of close games.  Some they won, but some (especially in the home stretch at the end) they gave up.  Tonight was pretty darn hairy.  For a few minutes, it looked like the only two who didn't want to go back to Golden State were Fisher and Kirilenko (how do you miss a set of three free throws from flagrant and technical fouls?!)  If we get San Antonio, history is not on our side.  I don't think the Jazz have won on the road in San Antonio since 1994 (I could be wrong on my year, but it's somewhere in that general area).  Phoenix is wickedly amazing and either one is going to be tough to beat.  I certainly don't think we'll be scared, but looking at the situation realistically, it's going to be hard and I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't make it (surprised, no; disappointed, yes).

On the other hand, if we did win and make it to the Finals, I would be able to turn and go NEENER, NEENER to all those fair-weather fans who only follow the Jazz when they're good and who told me that it was stupid to cheer for a team when everyone I grew up watching was gone and that it was stupid just to cheer for a logo and assorted other bullshit that I hate taking from all these retarded bandwagon jumpers.

I can dream, can't I?

Love from,
Jenny Wildcat

PS, I have another reason for wanting the Jazz to continue: Anything to keep Dave Checketts and the incredibly stupid Real Salt Lake soccer team off the major sports headlines.  The only good thing about this asinine venture is that the team bears only Salt Lake City's name and not Utah's.  I'm not from Salt Lake City and hence, have no obligation to cheer for them.  I am from Utah, so I can happily cheer for the Utah Jazz, the Utah Blaze arena football, the University of Utah and Utah State University.  See the difference?



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