The Boys and I ventured out to the Jazz game the other night By.... Our....Selves.
James wasn't feeling great and last minute Bos decided he wanted to come, after he had been wishy washy the entire night.
We arrive at the game and as i am walking through, the door guy asks for my 3rd ticket......ummm, we only have 2 tickets and we have always had the boys sit on our laps. This man was not going to let us into the game. I was freaking out. He then asked if i was a season ticket holder. I immediately responded yes, (even though we are not) thinking this would help me, he takes my ticket, rips off the stub and shoves it into his pocket. With a nasty voice he reminds me again that children two and under are allowed to sit on laps and lets us proceed.
Ahh....i called james freaking out. I seriously thought that this grump of an old man was not going to let us in and the entire game im looking over my shoulder for the grump to show up with some big shot and get mad at me. Thank heavens no one came.
Anyway the game was fun. We had a spilled drink, and ice cream melting on my arm and ketch-up down my sleeve, but it was fun to spend time with the boys.
The boys were in a great mood and they were making all sorts of faces for the camera.
Oh and the main event wasn't the Jazz this night,
it was this guy....

JIMMER!
It was crazy, the maddness that surrounded him. An Usher had to come sit at the end of his row to regulate the people coming and asking for autographs and pictures.
He was great about it! It was fun sitting so close.