In an era of the NBA when every team, if it had its druthers, would be the equal of the Golden State Warriors, not just in overall team quality, but in exciting style of pinball play, the Jazz are going a different way.
No copy-catting or caving in for them. They don’t want to prance up and down the court, wowing opponents with their skill, with their artistry, with their happy expressions of whiz-bang basketball. They don’t have two of the best shooters in the history of the game. They don’t have Kevin Durant.
They have one amazing young offensive force and a bunch of lathered-up, smudge-faced trash collectors.