Carlos Boozer grew up watching tapes of Karl Malone, a big man with a soft touch. He also learned the game by studying a tough baller who had his way in recreation leagues. His name: Carlos Boozer Sr. The old man could touch the clouds with his jumper. "When I was a kid," Boozer said, "I tried to emulate him." The elder Boozer didn't give him much of a choice. During workouts he'd hold up a broom, forcing his teenage son to clear it with a rainbow arc.