For anyone who knows Bre, knows Bre can be very passionate about certain things in her life. Most notably her sports teams, first and foremost the UTAH JAZZ! Since residing on the east side of the U.S. Bre haphazardly has become secluded away from being a faithful and supportive Jazz fanatic. Like any long distant relationship, they have grown apart, no more daily sports reports, KJAZZ, Hot Rod Hunley on KFAN, nor all the local news and print features about the Jazz.
So when their East Coast road trip came about, Bre ventured off to none other than New Jersey to see her Jazz!?! There are copious events in life in which Bre is fashionably late for, but sporting events is not one of them! Never has she yet to miss a tip off, a first pitch nor a kick off. So when they hit traffic and arrived 10 minutes before tip off, Bre proceeded to jump out of the car once it passed the stadium, not wanting to make the time and journey to the distant parking garage. Once inside, she embarked on scoping out other adoring Jazz fanatics and greet with high fives and "go Jazz"/player shout outs!
It was a great game, she will spare you the play by play analyis. The jist of it was comprised of the Nets immature flamboyant street ball a so called show manship of dunks and alley-oops vs Jerry Sloan's simple pass and shoot offense. Don't even get her started on the defense, but she will admit they got us on offense boards.
Half time was comprised of a bathroom break, stadium exploring, contemplation upon $3 candy and adamant searching for Jay-Z and Beyonce. The rapper owns the Nets and is moving them to Brooklyn. Most of all half time is known for taunting the opposing team, for Bre this comprised the whole stadium. She managed to begin debating with a myraid of 12 year olds, sneak past the ushers to go down to the floor, butt her way to the front of the concession line and then proclaim it as a JAZZ FAN ONLY line, and of course last but not least score some Net fans numbers (which was hastily thrown away, she is not a traitor).
4th quarter and tired from the previous nights blow out win against the Celtics (who possess the best record), the Jazz were faultering and the lead was dwindling. She became disarrayed and began sparring with the Net fans next to her and then with her own group of friends! Insisting they let her be as Bre tried to channel all the good energy into the Jazz to win, to make that shot, to grab that rebound! When all else fails call upon a higher source/bigger fanatic...her bro Kurt (who is fully resposible for Bre's die hard fanatic ways)! It is a given fact that Bre and Kurt can make the Jazz win, by way of mulitple tedious renditions (all too sacred to share publicly). She was fervently texting him about how to resolve this particular situation, him exclaiming the magic can't be used on the Nets and that the playoffs are in a month!
She had to get the chee herself, so concentrating immensely hard with a serious stone cold face focusing on the matter at hand, amid the heckling and laughing. No matter, Bre was confident and was envisioning her won bets of free dinner and shaving his head, and most of all parading her D-Will jersey around after the game. This all came to a hault when Memo's rushed three rolled off the rim. $%^$#&!!!!!!
This brings about another point in a fanaticism....poor sports! She and her brother possess the worst form of caricature.....crying, swearing, throwing, yelling, hitting. It's been known in their childhood and various times now that they have missed school a select few times because of a bad loss causing a depression not to get out of bed.
So the journey home consisted of Bre sulking against the window in the backseat brooding over the plays in her head, if he would have made that shot or passed it to him or got fouled. Once it was EZ-pass'ed back into Connecticut Bre was able to muster up a civilized conversation with no mention of any basketball pronouns. Just when she was over the devastating loss and pondering that all was going to be swell in Jazz land, it was her turn to drive. Where she then got pulled over....ah damn Nets!
*3rd person was used not by way of conceit but to conceal and excuse absurd and ridiculous antics/behavior
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