I used to be Utah Jamz Karl Malone. It will be a sad day Sunday when Karl retires. I grew up in Naperville, IL and when I wasn't fantasizing about Gabe, then I'd be dreaming of Karl. Those huge black sweaty biceps always mesmerized me. When he spoke of himself in third person, that was so cool. When he took a couple of minutes to ham it up between free throws, I thought that was so awesome.
Sometimes there would be a special glint in Karl's eye when he would finish televised interviews, and I always felt it was a secret message to me, Lee Mills!
Well, I am in college now. Mad town to be exact. I am awfully proud of my 3:58 marathon and all those 9 minute miles I laced together that day. Karl's work ethic really was the motivation to scorch that marathon course. Without Karl, I'm sure I'd be just another Gallo-walker.
So here's to you, my dear Karl. Thanks for motivating me to such great success. The next time Alan Webb bombs a race, I will be the first to get on here and say "I TOLD YOU SO!" The next time there's a thread about Gabe getting in shape again, I'll be the first to get on here and say he can do a 3:35 with only a few weeks training. The next time Lydiard is discussed, I'll chime in on how my Lydiard training propelled me to a 17th man position on my HS cross-country team!
I will always adore you, my manly black Mandingo,
Lee Mills
dis here Karl Malone signing off forever