I think I probably could. There's always been a player I've liked on the Jazz. That's overall what keeps me in. I'f they lost that, I could switch up.
I’m honestly not surprised.
I think I probably could. There's always been a player I've liked on the Jazz. That's overall what keeps me in. I'f they lost that, I could switch up.
I’d hate watch still… like the spouse that stays in the marriage to complain about the other spouse and make sure the whole family is miserable.I think I probably could. There's always been a player I've liked on the Jazz. That's overall what keeps me in. I'f they lost that, I could switch up.
I was trying to remember where Hot Rod’s was. Was it off Highland Drive? I remember the logo.I love these stories of jazz teams of old. It feels like the pro athletes were more accessible. Like my sister said the jazz as a team used to work out at the gym down the street and one day Mark Eaton greeted her with "hey son!". Remember when Hot Rod ran a pub? Now players have their own team gyms or private workouts. Yeah social media is a thing but it kind of ruins the intrigue of random player interations. Although my brother said he once bought Joe Ingles a beer and he drank it.
Yep. It would be next to a Wendy's and a Xcel Fitness if it existed today.I was trying to remember where Hot Rod’s was. Was it off Highland Drive? I remember the logo.
The back story is what really added to the Eaton mystique. Frank Layden said he found him working as a mechanic in a southern California auto shop. And then the famous tag line, "you can't teach height". The real story was that he was drafted in the fourth round (1982) by the Jazz as a "project" after playing sparingly for two seasons at UCLA. His second season under Larry Farmer he played a total of 41 minutes and averaged 1.2 points and 2 rebounds in eleven games played. The auto mechanic stuff was true as it was a Cypress Community College Assistant that discovered him and encouraged him to come play for him which he did. He averaged 14.3 ppg for them and led Cypress to the California State Junior College championship his Sophomore year.I went to the Eaton basketball camp oh 15 or so years ago. It was surreal when he entered the gym. Having to physically bend over just to get through the doorway. At that moment it seemed he was otherworldly
I could picture him riding a bear, like in Zelda BOTW. Or the giant horse.The back story is what really added to the Eaton mystique. Frank Layden said he found him working as a mechanic in a southern California auto shop. And then the famous tag line, "you can't teach height". The real story was that he was drafted in the fourth round (1982) by the Jazz as a "project" after playing sparingly for two seasons at UCLA. His second season under Larry Farmer he played a total of 41 minutes and averaged 1.2 points and 2 rebounds in eleven games played. The auto mechanic stuff was true as it was a Cypress Community College Assistant that discovered him and encouraged him to come play for him which he did. He averaged 14.3 ppg for them and led Cypress to the California State Junior College championship his Sophomore year.
I always liked the Mountain Man mystique and wondered if there was actually a horse big enough to carry him without his feet touching the ground. Watching him play, I always felt like if we could have gotten a few more years out of him maybe we could have gotten over the hump and gotten a ring. Probably not though as absolutely nobody in the league had as many phantom fouls called on him as Mark Eaton did. Still, all things considered, one of the best Cinderella stories in sports IMO.