An Open Letter To Gordon Hayward

An Open Letter To Gordon Hayward

As most of you already know I am a Jazz fan. And any of you that are basketball fans know that Gordon Hayward left the Jazz in an announcement/open letter on July 4. It was hard to hear/read. However, as sad as this is to say, Jazz fans are used to being left and lied to. Derek William, Carlos Boozer, Kyle Korver, Derek Fisher, and the list goes on!

Anyway, a friend of mine from Utah wrote an open letter to Hayward and I absolutely loved it. I wanted to share it with you all. Thank you so much Gentry for letting me post your letter. ❤


An Open Letter to Gordon Hayward,

What you did yesterday sucked, man. You lied and were caught. Be truthful. Own your intentions.

We don’t wish you, Robyn, Bernie, Charlie, or even Siber ill-will or harm. It is completely unacceptable that some threatened you and your family, and I don’t consider them a part of Jazz Nation. Oh, and sorry for knowing your children and dog’s names. It’s probably not normal for fans to know that much about their favorite players; except Utah Jazz fans – but you knew that already.

We are devastated that you left but we do not hate you for leaving. We hate the way you lied and strung us along. We hate how you pretended the leak wasn’t real and that you were truly undecided. I know I’m not the only person who wasted my entire day glued to Twitter, ESPN, and Bleacher Report, and I know I’m not the only one who threw my phone down when the official report came at 5:48 PM, saying the same thing it did at 12 PM.

I hope that you realize what yesterday’s charades did to the impression you’ve left on us that was, before that, quite positive. I can’t count how many threads I saw, including my own, saying that we cannot boo you if you chose to leave if it was best for you. The fans you were about to burn were your biggest advocates – but then you lied.

I hate that this is how you left. I hate that I care about you this much and I hate that I let the decisions of a professional athlete affect me like this, but I can’t help it. The Utah Jazz are interwoven into the fabric of my childhood and adulthood, and are a huge part of who I am today.

I want you to know that you won’t get the reception you had here. I know you’re a “Big Three” now, but you will never be lauded and praised like you were here.

And when you’re having an off night, and are 4-13 from the floor, I hope your Boston fans are loyal to you and cheer you on through the less-than-spectacular games. I hope they give you a chance to show them what you’re capable of, like we did.

However, if they happen to be upset with you, or boo you for a poor performance on a bad night on a larger media scale (like you wanted), I hope you remember a few things:

I hope you remember the fans that hated Delonte West for the rest of his career since the day he decided to stick his finger in your ear.

I hope you remember the fans that got upset and protective over our collective “kid brother” when Deron Williams chucked a basketball at your head.

I hope you remember The Pink Grandmas who are in their 70’s and 80’s who wore your jersey to every game and posted a heartbreaking video last night about not wearing it anymore, but nonetheless still thanking you.

I hope you remember the fans who donated thousands of their own money (we don’t make millions – that’s a lot of money for us) for billboards, making you videos, songs, and little kids buying you Gatorade when you were sick.

I hope you remember the junior high aged children who wrote letters to you.

I hope you remember the elite coaches that built around you.

I hope you remember the teammates that followed your vision.

And, most importantly, I hope you remember the 19,000+ people in Salt Lake City chanting your name during your last game here, even though we had just been swept, as you exited the court, visibly emotional.

We know you didn’t ask for any of that. But that’s exactly the point – you don’t need to ask Jazz fans for those things. We are fiercely loyal until the very end. Unfortunately, for both of us, that was July 4, 2017.

The thing is, Gordon, we have the same goal, too: to win a championship. We are sorry you didn’t have as much faith in our team as we had in you.

(Oh, and would you look at that? I managed to write a whole post without anything being leaked to the media).

Goodbye, Gordon. I hope you #TakeNote of this monumental decision.


Jazz Nation

Let’s Get Real

My Saturday Struggle is starting really, really early this weekend and I’m not especially thrilled about it. I’m going to about get real with you guys; real gross.

Lately, I’ve been sweating in my sleep. It’s terrible. At first, my psychiatrist and I thought it was because I was weaning off my Klonopin and my body was basically withdrawing from them. Then we thought it may be the Zoloft; some people sweat as a symptom. However, it’s been happening again since my surgery. 😦

Last night I woke up at 1 am just dripping. I was wet, my nape hair was wet, the sheets were wet; everything was just wet. Part of the problem last night was that I had a nightmare that I couldn’t seem to wake myself up from. Once I was awake and realized how wet, sticky, and uncomfortable I was I couldn’t go back to sleep obviously so I got up and took a shower. However, that woke me up. It took me over an hour after my shower to fall back asleep.

To top it all off, I told Tyson I would get up with Tate in the morning. And of course, he woke up at 4:30 in the morning! 4:30 people! Wide eyed and ready to eat and play.

Needless to say, I am exhausted. Thankfully Cash is still asleep and Tate has been relatively easy this morning. And to be completely honest, I’m just counting down the minutes until I feel it’s appropriate to go wake Tyson up and ask him to switch spots so I can catch a few zzz’s before we start the day.

I know this is just a part of parenting, but this was never a part of parenting Cash. He has always been a great sleeper. Slept through the night fairly early and likes to “sleep in,” at least compared to his brother. I am looking forward to the times when Tyson and I don’t have to get up before 5:30 AM with the kids (TATE) on the weekends.

I hope everyone else is having a great weekend and a fun Saturday!!!

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come

I’m super excited to announce that I am getting my boobs done! Tyson and I went to my pre-op appointment yesterday to discuss sizing, procedure, post-op, and go over any other questions we had.

This is something I have wanted since before I had Cash and felt even more strongly about after I had Tate (and nursed him for a year). Pregnancy and nursing really wrecks your ‘girls.’

I have mentioned my dislike for they way I look up there a handful of times (like here) but never talked about surgery. So now that it’s all finalized I figured I would put it out there in the open. 🙂

I am really excited and will write about my post-op recovery when the time comes.

Unfortunately, my excitement has been dampened a bit by this horrendous cold I have today. Thankfully, Tyson took the boys to soccer practice and the gym this morning. They were gone for about 7 hours and I slept the majority of that time. 😦 I woke up still feeling lousy. Hopefully, it goes away in the next day or two because I have an insanely busy week with midterms, a new class starting, and a research paper.

The struggle is real today!



Bad Mom Moments

Bad Mom Moments

Let’s be honest, adulting is hard. But parenting is harder.

We all have bad mom moments and here are a few of mine.

  • My kids have this bad habit of waking up early, I mean 5 AM early. Sometimes I will hang out with the boys until 7 ish and then put Tate down for a nap. Once I do this I will make sure Cash has everything he needs and take a little cat nap on the couch. Those 30 minutes of sleep are so glorious!
  • I take the boys to our gym and drop them off at the daycare just so I can have some quite time. This happens whether I have homework, blog work, or absolutely nothing to do.
  • Like any parent, I hide when I eat candy because I don’t want to share. Don’t lie, I know you do it. Honestly, I think my husband is the only adult who does not do it. He will openly eat candy in front of our kids and just simply tell them no and let them complain. It drives me nuts!
  • Also like any normal parent out there, I have told Cash we don’t have batteries or the batteries are dead just so I don’t have to hear a certain toy anymore.
  • The other day I got a sitter so I could go to a doctor appointment. I didn’t know for sure how long the appointment was going to last so I got the sitter for 3 hours, just to be safe. Well, I had an extra hour after driving home. I legit sat in the parking lot of the shopping center down the street from my house for 40 minutes so I didn’t have to go home yet.
  • I’ve told Cash it’s late or past his bedtime when it definitely wasn’t. Thank god for winter hours!
  • Whenever Tyson is not home we live on pasta and take out. I just can’t stand cooking for myself and a picky 3 1/2-year-old.

Saturday Struggle in Tahoe

Saturday Struggle in Tahoe

I wish I could say this struggle was because I was hungover. 😂 Honestly this it’s not really that big of a struggle. We are here with great friends and we are super excited about the weekend. It’s just more of an inconvenience. A Saturday Inconvenience. 

We came to Tahoe for the weekend and we were/are beyond excited to play in the snow with Cash! There’s a good 4 feet of snow here already this season. Cash has never seen that much snow in his life!😃❄️☃️❄️

The drive took longer than usual and we got here around 1:30 AM but the kids were great!  

We got here a few hours before Will so we were left in charge of unlocking the house and turning off the electric wires used to keep the bears out. Will sent great instructions and we were good to go! 

But then the lights wouldn’t turn on. We thought maybe we could just flip the breaker. Nope, the power has been out for a bunch of Tahoe residents for a week now! They’ve been working through the nights to try and get it fixed and have warning stations set up for people who’ve lost power. 

Thankfully Will’s family has a gas heater and a gas stove. The house is warm and I can cook almost all the food we brought! Plus heat up Tate’s milk, which is a life saver for everyone’s sanity. 

We are planning on staying and will just leave earlier on Sunday than we had expected. Which works out for me because the Steelers game is on at 5:20. I mean, we have to stay because we have 3 thirty packs, tequila, and tic tacs to consume. Am I right?☺

I hope you are all having a fantastic weekend! What’s the weather like in your neck of the woods?  


Update on Meal Planning

Well, I still hate cooking. But I’m working on enjoying it.

I’ve been good about meal planning and trying to make sure I make dinner every night. Two nights last week didn’t work out the way I had hoped; one night we got home too late to cook and one night the recipe didn’t turn out right so we ended up having nachos.

Then one night this week I was just so upset I had no more energy to cook or worry about anyone other than myself after the kids went to bed. (You can read about that struggle here.)

Other than that I am doing pretty good. And to be honest, I’m quite proud of myself for not throwing in the towel yet. But let’s not get too excited, it’s only been 2 weeks. Still plenty of time for me to fail. 🙂