<div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post">Watching the Jazz play this season is like riding "The Beast" or "Dueling Dragons" or "Apollo's Chariot" or some other herky-jerky theme-park rollercoaster. One minute, it's fun. The next, the bottom drops out. The next, it makes you blow chunks. Those violent jolts and turns and undulations are just as apparent and difficult for the Jazz themselves. "It's tough," says Matt Harpring. "When we execute, when we set screens and cut and take good shots, the offense works. When we don't . . . " His voice trails off into a momentary silent expression of doubt mixed with disgust. ". . . People sometimes think the offense doesn't work, but it does. Everybody has to do his part, though. All five guys have to do their jobs." On teams with star players, the variables are a bit less severe. Get the ball into Joe Stud's hands and watch him work his wonders, night after night after night. The Jazz have no such player. Joe Stud is Joe Scrub. "We have to play like a team every night," says Mehmet Okur. "For us, every night is going to be a new night. It's going to be a long season." Memo probably doesn't fully understand the obvious gloomy resolution connoted with that last sentence, but it can be viewed in a hopeful light, too. </div> <div align="center">Source</div>
