Weekend update.

I would like to have the heart to propose a list of awards for the Jazz-Lakers series, in which the Jazz fell, a fall that feels premature, precipitous, disheartening, sorry. For instance, the award for the smuggest coach would go, obviously, to Phil Jackson. The award for the most inexplicable highly paid player series meltdown would go to . . . well, I don't have the heart, frankly. Watching Williams keep his game face on after yet another absurd "foul" was called on him, while Kobe B. shot another excruciatingly elegant free throw? that was awful. Reading the sports page, which I did after telling the historian to keep it away from me? also awful. Contemplating what tinkering the Jazz management might do with the roster--hate to even think about it.

It's not as bad as the years when the Malone/Stockton Jazz went to the Finals. We couldn't talk about basketball for weeks after those losses. But it's still hard. I woke up thinking about it, that's how hard.

Okay--most insufferable player, possibly of all time? Fill in the blank.