I had only met the man once, we had taken our young children to a preseason game in 2008, it wasn’t planned, but we happened to be walking by the driveway where Jazz players and coaches leave the arena. There were a few fans gathered around the driveway, who had been waiting for autographs or waiting for the chance to see a player or coach when Jerry Sloan came driving up in his truck. Others asked for his autograph, I didn’t. I stood back in awe, here was Jerry Sloan. Jerry Sloan, the man I admired, the man who had coached my favorite team from the time I was a little girl until I was a married woman, the man who was the Utah Jazz.
Welcoming Deron Williams back to the fold
