When you show up at an NBA Arena dressed like John Stockton, including short-shorts, your ultimate goal is to
pick up chicks show up for about three seconds on the Jumbotron, right? So congrats are in order to this Utah Jazz fan: mission accomplished! Nice job by the two older gentleman seated next to the Stockton enthusiast who have no idea he’s dancing without looking up to the scoreboard first. (I wouldn’t want to be blinded by those thighs either, in truth.)
Thanks to Page Q sports for emailing me this, I think. The Utah Jazz moniker has never felt quite so inappropriate.