On a scale from zero to 10, zero being a burp and a yawn, 10 being a rocket to ride, the Jazz’s draft night was a … five, or a six, maybe, a burp and a feeling that OK, that could turn out to be pretty productive, fairly satisfying at some point on down the line.
Despite what some had expected, there was not a holy-hell-hold-onto-your-shorts moment for the Jazz on Thursday night. They were hardly a Sopwith Camel flying through a hurricane.
The bigger action, it appears now, will come over the n...
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