Sunrise. Sunset. Of course the winding down of another NBA season has me contemplating my own fanaticism and death.
With no further explanation, I give you my collection of inscriptions for Jazz tombstones:
"Stockton to God."
"A gentle push, a mild arc, and the cow-hide Hundley hits home."
And last, but not least, the Mailman in his own words...
"Karl Malone Dead."