Well, now it looks like Alan and I will have plenty of time to go fishing with our Jazz buddies this summer after they were eliminated this evening. Memo and A.K. will have loads of time to think about how they pulled as massive choke job during the last round of the playoffs, Boozer will be able to tell us all the stories surrounding the history of his tattoos, and Alan will attempt to toughen them up by teaching them how to give subtle cheap shots involving verbal intimidation, elbows, shoulders, and even an occasional headbutt. And, of course, I will be there to avoid any hint of wedding planning. By the way, nice shorts Alan.
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If the Jazz need any other coaching, I can teach them how to hustle after a loose ball while navigating trees, sprinklers, wet grass, and a pursuing madman who is desperate to grab any reachable body part. Of course, such skills will only be worthwile on the condition that next year's basketball finals are held at Uncle Neal's house.
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