On Labor Day, 2008, my wife and I made a decision that would change the course of our lives forever.
To answer the proverbial question "What should we do today," our minds were immediately taken back to a piece we both watched on Sportsbeat Saturday a few days before. The piece featured Karl "The Mailman" Malone giving an interview while he was in town for the grand opening of his newest car dealership in Draper.
Karl was being his normal free-spirited, black-but-redneck self, and he took reporter Rod Zundel through the upper chambers of the car dealership. There, encased in bullet proof glass, hung jerseys, medals, sneakers, photos, trophies and rings; The Mailman built a shrine to his storied career above his car dealership.
When I saw it, I knew I had to be there. The Mailman has given me too much for me to sit idly by while his priceless memorabilia sits patiently 20 miles away.
So Becky and I made our decision. We took a trip to a car dealership on Labor Day. That was our big activity, and I'm totally cool with it.
Please, enjoy some photos of our trip.
Pictures from top to bottom: The Mailman's foray into professional wrestling; Malone and John Stockton's 1992 Dream Team jerseys; the rest of the Dream Team's jerseys, me in front of just one of Karl Malone's many inspiring posters; me looking at a whole bunch of crazy Karl Malone crap; Malone's case of treasures--including MVP trophies, jerseys, rings and sneakers (but not the famous LA Gear "Catapults"); a signed picture from Brooke Shields (He's the Mailman. He knows exactly what he's doing); and finally a close up of Michael Jordan's Dream Team jersey and sneakers.