I am seriously depressed. I miss Michael Jordan. I kinda see what Cubs fans go through.
I mean, I started following sports religiously when I was about 10. 1992. Guess what, Jordan was kicking ass. I jumped on that bandwagon. B-Ball was my game. I watched religiously. Jordan was my God.
I cried when he retired in 93. I rejoiced when he came back in 95, then cried again when Horace Grant had the audacity to celebrate in the United Center. I doubted the man, but would never again after he lit up the NBA in 1996 to the tune of 72 wins, All-star MVP, reg season MVP, and Finals MVP. He did to Malone what he did to Ewing, Reggie, Charles, and all those greats that would have rings if it wasn't for him. He killed them. There was nothing like rooting for a man and a team, that just could NOT LOSE. In 1997, I was nervous, but then Jordan plays sick, scores 38 and drills the 3 that clinches Game 5. In 98, I was REALLY nervous, but Jordan steals from Malone, and drills it to win Championship 6.
IT was like, hey, the hits keep on coming. Then he retired. And its sucked ever since, and my life isn't quite as fun. Guys like Kobe, McGrady, Grant Hill, all tried to take over. I try to give them love, but I can't. One is a rapist, one has one ankle, and one can't play defense.
Jordan came back briefly, but it wasn't the same. But I was still happy. It was like I was a kid all over again, and though the hits didn't come quite the way they used to, it was almost magic again. And now, he's gone. For good.
Now I know what old timers mean when they say, "There will never be another Bill Russell" or "No team is as great as the 1972 Lakers"
Sports can make you so happy when you are winning, yet can depress you so much, when you realize it is indeed a metaphor for life. Mortality is the one gurantee in sports. I can't help but be depressed when I see the Pistons and Lakers slog it out.
I dream, I close my eyes, and I see Michael, Scottie, Dennis, Luc, and Ron. I see them dominating defensively, playing the game the way it was supposed to be played.
I see my own Court of Dreams sometimes, and if I build it, I am sure all of you will come...