Born in New Jersey, I moved to Utah at 4yo due to parents separation. I grew up in SLC, then Sandy, where I first became cognizant of the Jazz in the mid-80s. One of my friends brought me to a couple of games because his brother-in-law was NBA basketball player Clint Richardson. I became hooked in 86-87 when the young guys, Bailey, Stockton and Malone really started gelling. The 87-88 playoffs were a real thrill.
Since those early days, I graduated from the U, lived in Taiwan for a stretch in the 90s, moved to Cali for grad school in 99, moved back to Utah in 08, then moved to Seattle in 20 (about a month before Covid hit, ugh). I've seen the ups and downs of this scrappy little NBA franchise and still hang on to the dream that one day they might win it all. I'm 51 now, so there's still hope, right?