Ode to the 18th row

So last night, Melanie had Young Women's and they were at the Conference Center downtown so I took Leah out and we went shopping for Christmas stuff . . . stocking stuffers, candy, etc. While perusing the aisles at Wal-Mart in Taylorsville, my phone starts to ring and my buddy Drew is on the other line. He's calling to offer me a ticket to last night's Jazz game against Portland.

Andrew: "Its lower bowl, wanna come?"
Matt: "Can I put Leah on my lap without paying for her?"
(Muffled voices in the background while he asks) "Yes."
"Then I'm in."

He and his two brother's-in-law met me and Wal-Mart where we transferred Leah's carseat and headed to the game.

I will tell you this much: I love going to Jazz games. I've never enjoyed them as much as I've enjoyed going to football games (on any level where it matters) but last night rocketed up my list in a hurry.

Sorry, its a little blurry, but this is what you get from a cell phone:

(Picture of the Jazz bench during a timeout)

The tickets were on the 18th row! The game was close all night, the fans are more attentive in the lower bowl, and I think with all the extra noise from above you poring down from the rafters just adds to the environment. What a fantastic surprise to end the day.

Thanks to Andrew and his brother's-in-law.