The Jazz Game

In looking for excitement while the kids are off track, we were lucky enough to attend a Jazz game. The kids had a lot of fun. Leah began covering her ears about a block away from the Delta Center, and didn't uncover them until we were in the car on the way home.







What? I know, I know. It's called the Energy Solutions Arena. But, my parents taught me that once you get used to a name, that name can never be changed. That is why my dad still calls it Grand Central (which then changed to Fred Meyer, and now doesn't even exist, but not in our house) and why my mom still shops at Pic 'N Save (which then changed to McFrugals, and then to Big Lots). Plus, ESA is lame, and Delta Center is just easier to say.

Anyway...


Hudson was in heaven. He has a thing for sports, you know. Football on TV captivates him and brings out the Hakka Dance in addition to his intimidating growl and the bearing of his teeth. So a real live basketball game was his idea of nirvana.

It was a fun outing. We had good enough seats for the kids, which is all that matters. They were also given calendars and programs as we entered the doors, so right from the start it was a success; and a success for mom and dad since those counted as souvenirs and we didn't have to go and get something from the tables. Perfect ending to a great activity.