"As Jimmer Fredette played through the Jazz-Kings game at EnergySolutions Arena on Saturday night, he heard a lot of cheers and a few boos. It was a little weird for him, being back in Utah again. This time, for a team almost everybody in the building wanted to see lose. And based on the Kings' record and awful performances of late, there was a decent chance that would happen.

What he didn't know until the end was this: He could have changed the outcome and won the game. All he had to do was hit an open 3-point shot with a few scant seconds left, the Jazz up by two. Instead, he air-balled his attempt, and the game ended, after an additional free throw, 96-93.

"We were in a position to win," he said, afterward. "That's all you can ask for."

No. You can ask to make the shot for a dream return to the state where you made your name in college, and prove to everybody here that you can pull off the same ridiculous magic you pulled for four years at BYU.

It didn't happen.

"Hopefully," he said, "I'll have a lot more of those. ... It just didn't go down."

Jimmer didn't want to say it, so he did not, but ... he thought he was fouled on that last shot.

"Possibly contact, maybe not," he said. "The ball didn't go in.""