By taking part in this grotesque American Kabuki, Malone has undercut his no-frills, athletes-are-role-models rep. Sure he's a wrestling fan, but that doesn't mean it wasn't nauseating to see John Stockton's buddy teamed up with a guy named Diamond Dallas Page. Malone has only himself to blame next season if a fan looks at the court and sees a little less Mailman and a little more Mauler.
Whoa, Mailman! is a line from Malone's Rogaine ad, but I say, Giddyup, Karl! His passion for the "sport" is genuine. If it leads to some bare-chested silliness, so what? At least he's doing it for love, not out of a desperate need for money or the spotlight. Malone's basketball legacy is secure. Let him have some fun. Besides, he lost to Rodzilla and Hulk. He's got to get even!