Kudos to Gordon Monson, who, in one fell swoop (“Utah pizza guy says there was no way Michael Jordan’s pie was poisoned,” Tribune, May 21) has become the Captain Moroni of the Utah pizza industry.

(Betcha you didn’t think you’d see that reference in The Tribune. Am I right?)

With the honor of all 801 and 435 pizzas at stake, Monson went out and did that thing you rarely see in today’s media (What’s it called again? Oh, yeah. Journalism.) and dispelled what would have been perceived as truth for a generation or two to come.

Seriously, first it would have been the pizza, then they would come after the fry sauce and the funeral potatoes. Oh, my heck, that would make Cumorah look like a clambake. A line had to be drawn.

Those of us now residing outside the wondrous Wasatch who follow Brigham Young University football religiously and know what a Hornacek and an Ostertag were also know that establishments such as the Pi in Salt Lake City and the Brick Oven in Provo are just as good/even better than those in each and every market outside of Chicago and New York.

It was a responsibility gladly accepted in those hours of peak twitter hate Sunday night/Monday morning (only one Osmond reference was promising, though) before Monson opined.

Oh, one more observation. You mean to tell us that the training staff of an elite NBA franchise and the entourage of a global media personality were so negligent in overseeing the dietary intake of an elite athlete during a championship series that the only option was takeout pizza? Who’s holding Jerry Krause accountable for that?

Finally: Hey, Bryon Russell, Bob Costas was right. You already got beat on the play. Quit being so thin-skinned, or, in this case, thin-crusted.

It doesn’t matter if it were flu or food poisoning, the guy still had a 38-7-5 in that condition. GOAT.

Dan Ryan, Port Orange, Fla.