Follow the Prophet

Saturday night Rob and Melissa Enger (total rockers) invited us to a Jazz game.  FYI Rob now works for one of Larry H Miller's company's so when he gets Jazz tickets they are awesome.  We get VIP tickets which include dinner, half time food, free drinks and seats so close I could read the tattoos on the players arms.  Any way, after dinner we began the descent to the bowels of the Tox Box/ Delta Center so that we could walk across the shiny wood floor (which stays cleaner than my floor even though it has 10 large sweaty men on it all night) and find our seats.  As we wandered the cement tunnels looking for the right portal we ran into President Monson.  He asked why we were leaving when the game hadn't even started yet.  So funny.  "Hi I'm the prophet and I am going to casually joke around with everybody I see."  He shook our hands and then proceeded down the tunnel to the elevator.  The staff people hired to help stupid people like me decipher the numbers and letters on a ticket that somehow correlate with a seat, pointed us in the right direction.  We wandered back down the tunnel RIGHT BEHIND THE PROPHET!!  So guess what I start singing.... Follow the Prophet, Follow the Prophet.  Jason told me to shut it so that I wouldn't embarrass our group but I just couldn't help myself.  As we watched the people in front of us it was obvious who recognized this great man in their midst.  I am not kidding, it was like a light bulb flashed on, people glowed.  It was amazing.  The game was great, the food was great, the company was great, but shaking the Prophet's hand.... priceless!