how 'bout that jazz

Just finished watching the Jazz beat the Rockets. While I am not the same rabid fan as I was in my youth, I do still like to see Williams slip in a layup, or Boozer hit a jumper, or Andre block a shot, or well, I just like looking at Harpring and Ashton Kutcher. (I really have no idea whether or not I spelled any of those names correctly.)

About tonight's game, I have two comments. Well, one is about tonight's opponent and the other is a constant complaint about the recent Jazz past.

First, let's have a singalong. Everybody repeat with me in your best singalong voice:

MacGrady is a baby, MacGrady is a baby.

Come on now, say it like you mean it.

Doesn't seem like his teammates like him. Don't think he even touched the ball after he stared down Chris Rock (or whatever that guy's name is) when he passed the ball and somebody on the Jazz held up MacGrady just long enough for him to be unable to catch the pass. Poor baby.

Is he related to Kobe?

Yep, I bet the next time I see Breanne if I ask her what a MacGrady says, she'll tell me, "Wah, Wah, Wah." She's such a smart girl.

Second, after listening to and watching Craig Bollerjack tonight, it seems obvious to me that he needs three things:

a hair cut
a better dye job
a surgical cliche removal.

And maybe somebody could do something about his super-hero/mighty sports announcer voice. I mean I know Hot Rod could be difficult sometimes, but I was kinda used to his bitterness. It was so familiar it was almost, uh, comforting.