Malone the last of an era in NBA

Malone was like that, though. He always seemed about half ticked off about something. He was always creating a rift with management or teammates — from Greg Ostertag to Uncle Larry — and then making up with them. Nobody ever figured him out. If he wasn't griping about his latest contract — which should have been written in pencil to accommodate the annual demands for a new deal — he was pouting about respect or something Miller did or didn't do or something the broadcast team said or teammates' efforts or wanting a piece of Miller's car dealership or his own radio show.

He had another falling out with the Jazz last winter over a halftime skit the Jazz produced that poked fun at Malone, the Lakers and Bryant. They made up, as they always do.

Miller figured out the routine years ago. During All-Star weekend in Minnesota in 1994, after Malone had lashed out again (this time about getting him some help to win a championship), Miller discussed the outburst with Deseret News columnist Brad Rock and when they were finished, Miller's parting comment was, "See you next round, Brad." He knew there would always be more, and there were.

For a long time, Malone failed to cooperate for a sculpture that Miller commissioned of the power forward. Last October, Malone finally flew to Salt Lake City and allowed himself to be measured and photographed by sculptor Brian Challis for 3 1/2 hours. Afterward, he asked Miller if they could talk. They drove to Miller's house and talked for four hours. Later, Miller told his wife Gayle, "That was probably the most mature talk I've had with him."

Says Miller, "He said he appreciated the way he was treated here and how fans related to him. Earlier I read something in which he commented that he had learned a lot of things. He realized that to compete he had had to have something to focus his anger on and he realized he had focused it in the wrong place."

Malone's legacy will be a mixed bag — great player, complex, discontented person.

But fans have short memories, and when Malone is given the inevitable ceremony in the Delta Center, they'll treat him warmly. For all the mixed signals he sent, Malone played and prepared for the game with intense professionalism.

Now he will turn the game over to the Knuckleheads, one of the last of a great era of players — Jordan, Magic, Bird, Doctor J, Stockton and now Malone. A few years ago, Malone complained that the Knuckleheads missed games for hangnails and stomachaches and that they had no interest in playing a team game and were merely interested in endorsements and paychecks. Now the game is theirs.

"It's going to be interesting — when the older guys leave the game — to see what this league is like," he said.

Now we find out.

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