We took a quick trip to Utah a couple weekends ago to hang out for a few days. While there, KC was kind enough to hook us up with some tickets to a Jazz game he wasn't going to be attending. Stacy had never been to a playoff game, so she was pretty stoked to go, and I have to give her credit, she remained completely engaged in the game for a full three quarters (a record). But in the 4th quarter she noticed Apollo Anton Ohno was there, and at that point I think she forgot about the fact the game was still going on and went on full-time Apollo watch. With the game still hanging in the balance and the Jazz clinging to a narrow lead, I fielded the following questions: "do you think he lives here?"; "who do you think he is cheering for?"; "do you think the girl sitting next to him is his girlfriend?"; "why won't security let him into the tunnel?"; "do you think I could get a decent picture from here?"; etc.
Seriously? Who gets excited by Apollo Anton Ohno when you're in the same building as Deron Williams? Deron has won a gold medal more recently than that guy! I'll never understand women.
PS: We also attended Tawni's graduation from Weber State -- proud of you, little sis!
