Meeting an NBA player can be a cool experience. But what if that player is an NBA legend like Karl Malone? And what if you didn’t just meet him, but go to grill up a hamburger for him? Recently, I found out my brother-in-law was able to do just that.
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The year was 1997 in the small town of Preston, Idaho. The Utah Jazz had just made a trip to the NBA Finals, before some guy named Michael Jordan had to get in the way. The Jazz were preparing to gear up for another finals run the next season.