A wonderful Jazzy story of friendship
On this New Year’s Day (it’s still New Year’s Day somewhere in the world, right?), I would like to share with everyone a wonderful story of friendship and selflessness.
There were once two dear friends who were not just friends, but colleagues. We’ll call them “J” and “K.” All of their co-workers, including J, had sons. As the only guy in the company without a son, K was subjected to a great deal of teasing from his colleagues.
One day, J could no longer stand seeing his friend being ridiculed and drew him aside. “Listen,” he told K. “This is how you have a son. Take your wife out to dinner and get her drunk. Bring her home and call me. I’ll be right over.”
When K and Mrs. K’s next child was born, it was indeed a boy. J had nothing to do with it, but it’s the thought that counts.
And that’s the story of great friends John Stockton and Karl Malone. :)
** Other bits from the article: Their families dine at each other’s homes. “John makes the best London broil in the world,” Malone’s wife, Kay, said. “If he makes something else, we won’t come.”
** John’s daughter, Lindsay, would refuse to sit on anyone’s lap during games but Kay.
** When John and Karl went out to eat, John usually ended up ordering for Karl. “The guard, in his best Malone voice, will say: ‘And no green stuff on Karl’s plate. None of that parsley.'”
** Portland’s obsession with Jazz players started long before Paul Millsap. They tried to move up in the 1984 draft to get John ahead of the Jazz.