Michael Jordan is finally standing up for what’s right. But is it too late?
I can remember watching Michael Jordan’s last game as a member of the Chicago Bulls. Although I was only two weeks shy of my 11th birthday, Game 6 of the 1998 NBA Finals felt like the biggest moment of my young life. Every Bulls possession felt personal. When Jordan crossed up—and maybe, slightly pushed—Bryon Russell to hit the game-winning shot, my older brother and I rejoiced as if we had just won the AAU National Championship.
We began the summer of ‘98 on a high note. Our eyes were like saucers as we watched MJ and crew celebrate their sixth title at their championship rally from a small television in our Virginia Beach hotel room. We loved Jordan. But now, 18 years later, it seems as though we were caught up in a one-sided love affair.