Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Final Final

In the morning I take my last final. It is open book, open notes, and open computer. This means that I will most likely fail the final because I will be spending time trying on ESPN or something else ridiculous.

In sports when you score there is a little celebration. In soccer it is after a goal and in football a touchdown. These are the sports where it is most common because scoring does not happen as often as some others.

For the past 6 years I have dreamt of this moment. I have been thinking about what my celebration should be as I walk out of my last final. I am tempted to try a back flip because of how excited I am going to be, but I do want to be at my BBQ on Friday instead of recovery at the hospital.

I will let everyone know tomorrow.

See you all at the BBQ!

Sunday, April 27, 2008


The Jazz could have ended their series last not, but instead lost game 3. So instead of getting a huge break the team is headed to Houston which means this thing will probably drag out to six games. At least they won game 4.

While I was at the game I was standing in the team tunnel when someone came and started talking to me. We were chatting a little about the game, but I did not know who I was talking to because they were standing behind me. When I finally turned to address the person I realized it was Jeff Hornacek. We talked for almost the entire fourth quarter.

Since I have started my internship with the Jazz I feel that I have been very professional. I have not been awestruck by many of the players I have dealt with. Don't get me wrong because it is exciting to be around the players, but I understand that I have a job to do.

Talking to Jeff Hornacek was completely different. He is the one I watched in high school and was a part of the playoff team that went to the finals. For the first time I was really startstruck.

Monday, April 21, 2008


I wanted to take a moment and reflect on the last few months of my life. As I am sitting hear there is only one thing that comes to mind.

How am I still alive?

As the end gets closer the motivation factor goes lower and lower. It is sad because there is still some work to be done. Like the ten page paper that is due tomorrow.

At least the Jazz won tonight and I had 4 goals at my indoor game. What a way to take my mind off the stress.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Playoffs Here We Come

Last night was the last regular season game for the Utah Jazz. Although San Antonio absolutely dominated, we are still in the playoffs.

Just after the game last night I got the opportunity to head into the Jazz offices and help prepare the playoff media guides. I was there until 5:30 this morning. It involved a lot of stat gathering, copy editing, and formatting. A lot of it was very tedious and we had to wait on the league to send us a lot of information. I did notice that my name is on the front page. What a great addition to my portfolio.

The only problem is that now I am running on two hours of sleep in the last 24+. I am now on my way to school which means there is no chance that I am going to be able to stay awake.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008


I broke down and finally did it. I have just created my very own facebook account. I can see how it might become an addiction, but if my blog is any indication of how much time I will spend on facebook, then I have nothing to worry about.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008


Come Celebrate!
May 2nd 2008
5 p.m.
(it may or may not technically be the biggest, but it will be fun)

Everyone is invited.


A couple of days ago I received an email from the University of Utah telling me that I was short some credits.

I almost went ballistic! If I had taken 28 credits this semester, and was not going to graduate I might have made the news.

I went to the graduation department today to sort this whole mess out. They had not updated their file with my graduation information. Once they did they clearly saw the mistake.

Lock it up. Logan is graduating.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Thinking Cap

It is now down to the wire. The final stretch. In the beginning they told me I can do anything for four months. Well, we are almost there.

Two weeks left of class. I am so excited, but even with the excitement there is still a lot of work to be done. Since the end is so close all of my big projects are looming and need special attention. Whenever I get writers block or start to lose motivation I just put on my thinking cap. It helps get my creative juices flowing and my mind re-focused on the two weeks ahead.

I wanted to share some pictures of my thinking cap with everyone. It may not be the greatest or latest fashion, but to me it is designer and chic. I can't believe it fits my BIG head.


Wednesday, April 2, 2008

'Good Game' from the Ref

Joey Crawford

About the only time it is okay for one guy to touch another guy on the butt is when you are playing sports. When butt slapping takes place in various sports guys just know that it means 'good game'. There is no other underlying message.

It's obvious to even the most casual observer that I am not a player in the NBA and therefore do not merit a butt slap. Especially one that comes from the ref. Not just any ref, Joey Crawford.

During timeouts at the game tonight I was assigned to take stats out to the scorers table and the opposing team bench. During one time out in the second quarter I happened to be walking past Joey Crawford as he was talking to someone at the table. It was a coincidence that as I walked by he was turning away from the table. We kind of made that quick 'how are you' eye contact, and I kept on my path just barely missing any sort of collision. It was perfect synchronization. Milliseconds later, out of nowhere, I felt a quick slap across my posterior.

I was shocked! THE Joey Crawford, THE head ref, right in front of an arena full of people slapped my butt.

When out on the floor I try to stay as invisible as possible. I try not to trip on the TV cords or run into players. I work especially hard not to fall on my face over nothing. The last thing I need is attention drawn to me because the ref took particular interest in my rear. I was embarrassed.

The worst part about it was that when I returned to the press room at half time some of the PR guys were poking fun at me. They actually thought it was kind of cool. I kind of thought 'I wonder how much I can get out of a lawsuit?' Larry H. does not take kindly to sexual harassment. I am sure the league doesn't either. After my initial shock I think it is pretty cool too. How many people can make that claim?

List of cool things:
Met David Beckham
Had NBA ref Joey Crawford slap my bum

Now if I could only get David Beckham to give me a 'good game'. That is a real claim to fame!

I mean come on, who can resist the backside of this machine?


Last Thursday dad and I took a little trip to Antelope Island. Thankfully dad was willing to come with me so if I got attacked by a buffalo he could at least tell people what happened. I went for a part of my Geography of Utah class. We had a great time.

Buffalo are really ugly, but cool looking at the same time. They were everywhere. It was the first time I have seen so many buffalo on the island.