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."