The Utah Jazz have more than a post-All-Star funk to shake when their season of discontent resumes Tuesday against the Indiana Pacers.
 
The Greg Ostertag dilemma sits front and center for a franchise teetering on the brink of the NBA draft lottery, a fact that could be a certainty once this Olympics-caused month away from home is completed.
 
Not that the ongoing Ostertag soap opera is Olympic-caliber news.
 
But you can bet your last used Chevrolet that Jazz owner Larry Miller has put his Olympic torch on its commemorative stand to concentrate on just what the solution will be -- if there is one -- for this $6.8 million albatross, a 7-foot-2, 6 1/2-year project gone bust.
 
This is old news. Jazz fans are bored stiff with Ostertag drivel.
 
The sad fact is, Ostertag is bored stiff.
 
Certainly, whatever minuscule heart he may have once had for the game has disappeared as evidenced by not only anemic statistics, but in his latest flap with coach Jerry Sloan.
 
Once these brouhahas are exposed to the public, as was the Sloan-Ostertag shoving confrontation in Memphis on Tuesday, there is no stopping the flood of second-guessers who will wonder just whose Waterloo this might be.
 
Sloan's? Forget about it. Perish the thought that one of the NBA's all-time 10 best coaches is in jeopardy of losing his job. The guy will be in the Hall of Fame someday. He deserves a medal of honor for persevering through Ostertag's nonsense this long.