People think they want to blog about the local team for a living until it's a Monday night in January and the one cold you contract every six years makes it feel like sand in your face.
Almost had me thinking about taking today off, but like Michael Jordan, I'm driven by a primal determination to never disappoint my readers (and dominate my foes). So here I am, ready to drop 38 points on John Stockton's and Karl Malone's sorry asses.
ICYMI:
BARRETT SUCKS NOW, RIGHT? Some day anthropologists will study J.