Sunday, May 2, 2010

Immortal Beloved

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."

1 comment:

Holdinator said...

I like this.

Of course I like this.