Ross Becker: I Wish I Was Kyle Korver

I love cookies.  But, apparantly, so does Utah Jazz forward Kyle Korver.

I won't say where, but Korver lives in the same building I live in in downtown Salt Lake City.  I have seen him a few times in the elevator and congratulated him after a good game.

But, there is something I see much more often and it's almost funny now.  At least a couple of times a week I run into a different woman in the elevator with a plate of cookies.  These women are in their 60's and they are always smiling.  I was just being friendly when I asked, "hey, who are the cookies for?" and their answer is Kyle Korver! 

Like I said, this happens twice a week, maybe more.  It seems they are "adopting" our little Jazz star and baking him cookies.  Lot's of cookies. 

Last week I saw one of the women and she was smiling, but had no cookies.  She sheepishly said, "I made some cookies for Kyle, but my friend put them at the wrong door and now they are gone along with my good plate".  Oh what web we weave!

Kyle, if you have no life and read these blogs on ABC4.com and you have cookies left over.   I have milk.  Just leave a note on my door.