Friends, we've traveled a long, perplexing road in the last month-and-a-half. We've watched Arvis find his long-absent (J), gloriously transform into Jarvis, and then morph inexplicably back into Arvis... sometimes on a shot-by-shot (or brick-by-brick) basis. Our faith in his god-like powers has been dealt some tremendous blows, certainly; but it has never wavered. No one knows whether the same is true for the Wizards' front office. The next season may see our hero plying his trade in a foreign city, under the merciless scrutiny of unfriendly eyes - eyes that have never seen this blog, and therefore know not the plight of the (J). I believe that I speak for all Wizards fans - all REAL Wizards fans - when I cry, "Say it ain't so!" Here's to another season of sweet (J)s and sick elevation. Regardless of what happens, I feel confident that J/arvis will use his off-season "constructively"; a little bird tells me, in fact, that Jimmy Carter's got him Housing Humanity down in Biloxi. Peace.
