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Michael Jordan’s Chicago Bulls and a Generation of Fans and Athletes Raised on Perfection

May 22, 2011

Michael Jordan’s Chicago Bulls of the 1990’s with their near impeccable run of titles may have been more influential than originally thought.  In fact, that influence may just be peaking.

Let’s revisit the squad that changed expectations for everyone.

How predictable it all became.  The Jordan Years, and the man’s uncanny ability to succeed.  He was mentally strong, extremely self-motivated, while he possessed outstanding athletic abilities. It all translated into glory.  He could do nothing but win.  Beating the odds became automatic. And each new challenge he encountered would read like a chapter in a bedtime story – ending happily ever after.

Other teams – Other players – they all had their disqualifying flaws.  Patrick Ewing was labeled a loser from his Georgetown years – ironically losing the NCAA Title to Jordan on a game-winning shot during his freshman year.  The Mighty Hoyas.  Taken down by a Freshman.  His heavily favored teams never did win that title he desperately needed. We all know what happens to the teams that should win, and don’t.  Labels can very easily become self-fulfilling prophecies.

Karl Malone and John Stockton represented boring basketball.  At least in an X’s and O’s sense.  They may have mastered the pick and roll, along with a million other life-affirming team traits. In their league, however, superstar heroics are what brings home the hardware. And the fundamentally-sound Jazz were not worthy of providing those moments.

How dare these pretenders try and take the trophy from its rightful throne.  If they were “Winners,” then why hadn’t they won  Must be destiny.  Even Scottie Pippen was aware that “the Mailman didn’t deliver on Sunday.” And he didn’t.

Real stars would never miss free throws in a close game, right?

It was just that simple.

That brings us to his Airness.  Michael Jordan.  The man, the myth, the legend.  The action figure with the million dollar smile.  The Phenom who could transcend the basketball court, wall street, pop culture, and even other dimensions – at least in Space Jam.

He was a winner.  And if someone was a winner, they never lost.

At least when it came to him.

That’s how it was for a generation raised on the NBA in the 90’s.

We were drinking the spiked Gatorade.

This won’t be the first time that MJ’s legacy will be mentioned in terms of its lasting effects on the league.  It’s pretty obvious that it will take many, many years until he is remembered more as a Bill Russell type.  A hero from the past, who’s achievements are no longer comparable due to the gradual evolution of the league.

I would venture to guess that Bill Russell’s ELEVEN championships are held in less esteem to the past few generations than the six championships of those ‘90’s era Bulls.

We only remember what we are actually around to see.

Championships from eras long gone can never be remembered in their proper context.  There is always the question of whether the competition was as consistent.  Or whether in the early years, the big men simply dominated because no one else was as tall.

No one would argue that it was due to an unfair break in genetics that made MJ unstoppable.  He was 6’6’. Blessed with talent, but not physically overwhelming.

What a disservice it then becomes, that Jordan’s teams were virtually PERFECT in its quest for multiple titles. Not only to the other contenders in the sport of basketball, but for every popular athlete in any sport .

There suddenly emerged a set of Jordan rules. Or at least subconscious guidelines that we created to judge the cream of the crop in the athletic world. They were never carved into stone. But I guarantee we have all used them as a barometer for judging the legacies of athletes.

1. Champions never lose to underdogs.  If that does occur, they risk losing way more than that season’s title rings.  In every series that the Bulls were deemed Goliath to some other team’s David, the giant prevailed.  Every single one.  No longshots.  No Odds-beaters.  Only trampled foes.

2.  Great Players must always take the last shots. Jordan not only hit more game-winning shots than almost anyone in history, but in doing so, probably missed more game-winning shots in history as well.  But that is inconsequential.  If the greatest champion of all-time (at least to some) made it a habit of taking nearly every clutch shot, then every one else afterwards had to follow suit.  That is, if they wanted to continue to possess their Alpha-dog street cred.

I Wanna be like Mike.

3.  One Championship will never be enough.  In order to be truly great, 2-peats, 3-peats, double 3-peats were the key to notoriety. I think we all remember Lebron’s halfway kidding introductory speech to the Miami fans, where he counted all the way up to 7 championships as his stated goal.  It’s no accident that he stopped at one more than Jordan. But once again, he was more than likely joking.  Seven championships seems like a tall order at this point in his career. He may someday regret even mentioning that in jest.

Take a look at Jordan’s body of work.  It reads like a movie script that would be too syrupy to be released.

Remember how little Michael was left off of the high school basketball team?

And remember how he used that negative event to inspire himself to practice harder, and used all of his willpower to show that coach that he had made a terrible mistake?

Yes exactly..

Who writes this swill?

No one.  This really happened.  These inspirational anecdotes would define his career.

He accomplished EVERYTHING.

It was virtually athletic perfection.

But many, many things had to come together for this triumph of a career.

He had to be drafted by a good organization willing to put the parts around him to succeed.  Maybe the Bulls didnt have to be spectacular in that regard, but he would not have been set up properly on the majority of the other teams in the league.

This executive support was on full display when he began his quest for a second 3-peat. Significant contributors such as Toni Kukoc, Ron Harper, and of course, Dennis Rodman, all were brought together to help win.  It was a success.  They played their roles seamlessly.

And let’s not forgot that the team was headed up by one of the most highly regarded coaches ever to man the sidelines in Phil Jackson.  Some would argue that his titles were somehow diminished because of his all-star personnel. But it would be foolish to dismiss his accomplishments completely.  You don’t win as many championships as he has, all by happenstance.

No way.

By that logic, Kobe and Shaq should have ensured that Del Harris was wearing championship rings on his fingers and toes.

But there was more to be merry about.  The Bulls drafted Scottie Pippen out of Central Arkansas.  That worked out just fine.  A top 50 player of all time, and closer to 1 than 50. A solid gold find that was certainly not an inevitability.

What if that never happened?

For the most part, Jordan did not suffer with constant injuries.  He did lose virtually an entire season early on. Afterwards he was able to avoid similar mishaps almost entirely. In professional sports, remaining healthy can not be taken for granted.  Ask Bill Walton, Greg Oden, Shaquille O’neal, Penny Hardaway, Grant Hill, and plenty of others.

Even the mighty Tiger Woods may have to bow down to the reality of advanced wear and tear. It will most likely cost him his historic shot at breaking Niklaus’s Majors record. It’s a shame. It truly does take a stroke of luck just to be healthy over the course of a career.

I’m certainly not saying that Michael was just the recipient of good fortune.  He made his own luck.  I have never seen an athlete dominate the game the way he did.  Almost on command.  It was a sight to see.

However, its not realistic to expect that sort of dominance again in the modern era.  Even if MJ was drafted tommorrow, too many question marks would have to become explanation points for him to go on a similar run.

It took a lot of outside factors all coming together beautifully.

Maybe in a parallel universe he only wins 4 titles.

Maybe he loses a couple of them as well.

Maybe he slips in Kerry Wood’s hot tub.

Just ask Kobe, who has been a part of more finals than Michael.

You can’t win them all.

But you shouldn’t have to, either.  Not if your attending them in economy-sized Sam’s club numbers like Jordan and Bryant.

After that team finally broke apart, it slowly became obvious that no athlete of any skill set in any sport could be held to such ridiculous standards.

Let’s take the grid-iron for instance.

League mascot and golden-boy, Tom Brady, not too long ago, took a team riding the momentum of an undefeated season all the way up to the Superbowl.

But then promptly lost.

Thats right.  After 3 NFL titles, his team was perfect throughout the regular season and all the way up to the big game. And the only thing standing between the Patriots and perfection was a win against a team they had already beaten that year.  A team that was one of the lowlier underdogs of the decade in the form of the New York Giants. He was set up to be Jordan-esque.  Right there for the taking with a another strong performance.

But guess what?

They lost.

Didn’t you wonder what the deeper meaning of a mind-boggling loss like this would carry?

Perhaps there is no answer.

It didn’t signal the end of the Patriots being dominant.  It didn’t mean that Brady was no longer a superstar quarterback or that he wasn’t clutch. Gisele didn’t decide to leave him for Tony Romo.

It also didn’t mean that Bill Belichek won’t be remembered as a historically great coach. Of course he will.  That’s at least one more Superbowl appearance to put on the resume.

The Giants just won the game.

The Pats most likely would have won big if there was a rematch.

But there won’t be.

Stuff happens.

Except to his Airness it seemed.

He always came out on top. His record-breaking 72-10 team sure didn’t wilt when it came down to crunch time.

The Jordan years created this false sense of destiny in the world of sports to a generation that grew up with the certainty of the Un-Forgetta-Bulls.

Wayne Gretzky’s presence was felt as well.  The first part of his career was spent, much like Mike’s, gaining individual accolades, while his team grew stronger and more successful.  Enough time passed, and the Edmonton finally brought home the cup. And it wouldn’t be the first time.  Once he became the champ, he was crowned 3 more times.

But looking closely, even the great one suffered a bout of disappointing failure.  And in the midst of a colossal string of success.

The Oilers weren’t quite able to win 5 in row. They had to settle for merely a double two-peat. Edmonton was shown the exit by a hungry Calgary Flames team right in the middle of all that success.

Jordan would not have stood for that?

Right?

See where I’m going.  Gretzky is on Jordan’s level.  Maybe pound-per-pound in his sport, even better.  He certainly demolished the record books faster and by larger margins then Jordan did in comparison with his peers.

But he lost.

And it didn’t mean a thing.

The Cup was returned to its previous owners the next year.

But I will also admit that when I first heard of this failure at the apex of Gretzky’s powers, I was a bit disappointed.

Jordan never lost in his prime.

Nope.

But he could have.

Great athletes lose all the time.

90% of his success was due to his incredible will to win, and inspirational athleticism.  But 10% was from factors beyond his control.

But he did have me going for awhile. I grew up thinking that every great athlete should experience similar levels of unobstructed success.  They should all make sensational plays in every pressure situation year after year in order to beat the “unworthy” stars from the other teams.  The Ewings’ or the Barkleys’ who, in my estimation, must not have wanted it enough, or tried as hard, or were as heroic or clutch.  That had to be the source  of their failure.  At least it was sold to the public that way.

Michael Jordan’s reign made a generation of fans buy into sport as fairy tale. Something reliable and expected. Not scripted, but without much doubt involved in regards to the outcome.

It created that little voice in the back of the head before a Superbowl that says, “Ok, I know the teams look relatively equal, but Peyton Manning will definitely play above his means today, because he is a superstar.”

Mythology doesn’t grind out wins though. Or recover on-side kicks.

And when Drew Brees led his team to victory over the shell-shocked Colts, I can at least speak for myself in once again feeling puzzled over where this event fits.

The best quarterback in the league, one of those guys that even your mother could pick out of a lineup due to his global stardom, had lost.  And not even in a particularly memorable way. It’s not as if he fell on his own sword.

It’s too confusing.

What do you make of a player who is arguably the best in the league, who has won a superbowl and also lost one.

In reality, those types of conundrums have always existed in sports.  It’s life, and it never has been black and white. But those Bulls teams made it feel like it could have been.

That’s the Jordan effect.  It took a combination of factors, hinging upon his otherworldly talents, to finish his NBA Novella. Don’t expect that sort of certainty ever again.

The stars may not have been aligned.  But they were pretty close in the night sky when Michael Jordan arrived on the planet.

And even now, in a league made up of players who mostly remember those days from highlight reels, those sorts of off-the-chart expectations have not completely subsided.

And at least for some, there may be a dark side to living in the shadows of the impossible.

Lebron James took maybe the worst supporting cast of players to ever play for a title into the finals against San Antonio early in his career.  Go back and look at the roster.  It’s much worse than you think.  Not only that, but he absolutely willed his team to that perch by scoring damn near every single clutch point in defeating the heavily favored Detroit Pistons to advance.

Most people have already forgotten about that.  The Spurs were a monster. The Cavs didn’t win.

Instead of remembering that season fondly, it has been cast aside as a season that “Lebron failed.” He didn’t ask to be the next Jordan, and no one should expect it.  He’s still a young man.  These years should be the exciting prime years. He could be leading the downtrodden city of Cleveland to the promised land.

What a story that would be, right?

No chance anymore.  People apparently told him one too many times that if he didn’t want to be a failure, he would have to start piling up rings.

Look how easy it was for Jordan.

Can’t Lebron even get one?

People forget the difficulty of a championship.  It’s a grueling journey.  A journey that, for most, will end before reaching the hollowed grounds of victory.

And as we all know, nothing is ever guaranteed.

Too many times those Bulls teams made us forget that.

Now in the eyes of the average NBA fan, Lebron has signed a deal with the devil. His team is now ridiculously loaded with superstar talent. Many lesser players could win with the help of Dwayne Wade and Chris Bosh, least of all, King James.

It all seemed a bit desperate and over-the-top. But it did shed light into the dynamics of the pressure that was being exerted on him to win.  He would rather take on the role of a hated villain, then to gamble with the uncertainty of possibly never winning a title.

He will be booed at every visitor’s arena until his last dunk as a player. And at times, it seems that he is becoming, understandly, a bit unhinged – with angry, mildly threatening tweets early on, somewhat emotional press conferences and out-of-character overcelebrating on the court just recently.

Its not psychotic behavior.  But its not consistent with his mannerisms in the past. This was once the NBA’s version of the “Say Hey Kid” before the Decision loomed on the horizon.  A care-free fun-loving basketball prodigy with an infectious smile. It’s easy to tell that all the negativity has taken its toll.

It’s only natural.

And can you really say that the otherworldly “Jordan” superstar expectations thrust upon him since middle school did not play at least some role in his dramatic decision?

And now the next annointed MJ-like player, Derrick Rose is taking a speedboat full of young and talented Bulls up the river toward the Island of oppressive expectations that is the Miami Heat’s season. The newly annointed savior may be on his way to put the old one out of his misery, for at least this year.

Looks like Lebron James may be playing the role of Colonel Kurtz.

Or maybe he wins the big one, finally.

Maybe he will find himself in the unbelievable position of winning a title, but still being generally maligned.

“Jordan didn’t have to team up with Magic for his titles.”

And give Derrick Rose a few unfulfilling seasons, and see if he starts feeling the strain.

Maybe he will flee to his own island of misfit superstars to cope.

Of course its only Basketball.  But the ante has been ratched up for the time being.  It may be our entertainment, but its also one man from Akron’s entire legacy on the line.

But that’s what happens when you win six championships.  And furthermore, when you do it with nary a misstep along the way.

Its certainly not for everyone. Though the bar isn’t being lowered anytime soon.

We will continue to watch and see how the pressure manifests itself on the younger generations.

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Open Letter to Carmelo Anthony From a Bulls Fan

September 22, 2010

Some of you might be wondering about the timing of such an article.  Joakim Noah has signed an extension with the Bulls, and most of the media is writing about how this would spell the end of any possible trade for Carmelo. But remember the offer of Deng, Gibson, Draft Picks etc. that has been dangled in front of the Nuggets.  Denver cannot afford to just let Anthony go at the end of the year.  That would probably spell the end for more than a few in the Nuggets front office.

And yet, Carmelo can waive any trade that he deems unsuitable for himself, by not agreeing to sign beyond a single year. No one in the league would take a risk like that, especially considering the unabashed love that he has shown for the New York area. Sources have already confirmed that at one point, only the Nets, Knicks, and Bulls were acceptable to him.  Recently, the Nets efforts have seemingly fallen by the wayside.  They had a fair trade on the table that would benefit each of the FOUR teams that would have been involved in their grab at the superstar.  Time went on, and nothing came of the effort.  So now the Knicks and Bulls seem to be the only contenders. And with that as the backdrop, here is my attempt to convince the final piece of Chicago’s championship puzzle.

*This article is a representation of a viewpoint, and not structured to be an ACTUAL letter to Carmelo Anthony. But Carmelo, if you miraculously come upon this letter, I won’t complain if you read it.

Dear Carmelo,

It seems like you are on the brink of a career changing decision that will lay the groundwork for your basketball legacy. Before I continue, I realize that you are not the one ultimately in control of your future. The Nuggets can trade you to whomever they decide. I also realize that you have a bargaining chip due to it being the last year of your contract. Any team that will be trading for you will, without a doubt, need you to sign an extension to make the transaction worthwhile. So, you do have more than a modest amount of sway in this decision.

Alright Melo, I want you to close your eyes for a moment and imagine your future. Lets pretend that you have signed with the New Jersey Nets. But not the current Nets, who at this point are nothing short of horrible, but a Nets team that has broken apart their team and erased any help that they may have acquired via the draft in the coming years. Now you can play for one of the worst teams in the league in one of the most crime-ridden cities in the country.  Also, Think about watching Nuggets highlights on Sportscenter every single night. Each one mentioning the feel good story of how they continue to play their hearts out despite the departure of their prized superstar. Then the attention will shift to the Nets game. Your team will be comfortably below .500 and struggling mightily.  I don’t think the New York press will let you forget about that.

But wait, you think. What about the insane Russian billionaire owner that everyone is talking about. The way people make it sound, just standing next to Mr. Prokhorov will make you a billionaire by Osmosis. Sadly, a billionaire is virtually worthless in a salary capped league. In fact, in this NBA, its the GM’s who can pinch the pennies that are ultimately successful.

And what about this move to Brooklyn that will suddenly make the Nets relevant. Maybe. Maybe not. If they have traded their assets for Carmelo including 1st round draft picks, its gonna be a long haul before this unlikely resurgence. You’re 26, my friend. These are your championship years. I would assume starting over in a “rebuilding process” might not seem like an enjoyable option.

Across the water from the Tony Soprano body-dumping area that is Newark, sits the beautiful “concrete jungle” that is New York City.  Now we tackle the Knicks Offer.

Remember how the Nets moving to Brooklyn would finally bring success to the franchise?

Consider this fact. The Knicks have played in Manhattan, right in the center of New York City, one of the great metropolis’ of the history of the world, and have not won a championship since the early 70′s. Just being in New York doesn’t mean a thing, especially in the NBA. In fact, the epicenter of the NBA orbits around Miami after this free agent season with no change in sight. Maybe you think there will be more marketing opportunities in the Big Apple. Maybe for a winning player on a winning team. But we are talking about an already awful Knicks team being stripped for the present and future in their trade for you. Sometimes millions of people watching you is not a good thing. Especially when you will be put in a situation to fail every night. Not only that, but you would be leaving a quality team to try and rebuild with a less than stellar one.

And can we really trust your would-be teammate A’mare Stoudemire to play at such a high level with no Steve Nash?

The style of hyper-overdrive offense that the Phoenix Suns play has undoubtedly padded a few stats over the years. And If A’mare does not play like the star that he may or may not be, the situation will be even worse.

But there are more issues to consider.  Imagine 18 million boos aimed directly at you. Ok, I realize thats dramatic.  But imagine your reputation being demolished when you cannot live up to the unrealistic expectations that will be heaped upon you.

But maybe you are assuming that once Chris Paul’s contract is up, he will join up and become the “Third Musketeer”.

That is a nice daydream, but are you really willing to spend the prime of your career hoping that the recently injured Chris Paul will see things your way?

Seems pretty uncertain, especially considering that the salary structures of the league may or may not change after next season.  And if that is the case, the changes will be geared toward PREVENTING these “Super Teams” from happening.

The icing on the cake here may be the fact that this is a franchise that has hired Isaiah Thomas TWICE.  Yes, how embarrassing.  And in his typical fashion of turning gold into fecal matter, he is on the verge of screwing up this deal as well.  He is being accused by the Nuggets of tampering with you through back-channels in a less than honorable way.  In fact, the rumor going around town is that they have already decided to stick it to New York by refusing any offers. And even if that stance were to change, or possibly is inaccurate, I don’t see any of the other teams being accused of such breaches of professionalism.  Perception is everything, and the Knicks have been buffoonish in their attempts to make their perception a positive one.

OK, OK. I said I’d keep the Knicks discussion short. But this is the team I actually fear you may resort to.  And the only good reason that I have not debunked is the pure entertainment value of the city.  It is a hell of a city, with sparkling lights, beautiful women, unlimited dance clubs, and celebrities around every corner.  I definitely can’t argue that point (Though in all those categories, Chicago is way up on the list as well.)

Here is what you need to ask yourself.  Is the chance to hang out in New York worth the damage your basketball legacy will endure?

Not to mention the money I predict you will miss out on.

How about when you crunch the numbers later and realize how much money an NBA champion makes in endorsements compared to a good player on an awful team. Even in New York.  That won’t feel good.

So you can probably guess, I’m a Bulls fan. And I’ll admit it, this is all part of a devious plan to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams, with championship rings on every digit. I’m going to cross my fingers and hope that notion might interest you. This can happen only if you insist on making the Bulls your ultimate goal. This can’t happen if Joakim Noah is gone as a result of the trade. Whatever happens, Derrick Rose, Joakim Noah, and Carlos Boozer need to remain on the squad. Otherwise, things get a little murkier and unsure. So, its time to take the hardball approach for a little while and ultimately use your “sign and trade” leverage as a way to force the Nuggets’ hand. The New Jersey Nets have a better offer it seems. However, you still have to sign an extension to make it work. Refuse the Nets, and the Bulls will be next in line (unless the Nuggets force you to turn down all the other teams that are NOT on your list.) This will take a little willpower, but so does winning an NBA Championship.

Now a quick flash forward to 2011 with the Bulls logo squarely on your chest. The starting 5 of Rose, Boozer, Noah, Brewer, and you has just won the NBA Championship. Not only that, you will have beaten the “SuperFriends” in Miami, one of the fiercest and most hated teams in NBA history. Our town of 8 million people will bow at your feet. Millions of casual observers will have watched you play your heart out game after playoff game. The marketing possibilities both locally and nationally will go through the roof. Your life could quickly turn into a corny fairytale before too long.

But let’s be real. A championship might not happen with the Bulls. Nothing is ever guaranteed. So here is my worst case Bulls trade scenario. You play 5 years going deep into the playoffs every year. The people of Chicago are still buying your jerseys by the handful and lining your pockets. If there is blame to hand down, it would not be shouldered only by yourself. So maybe the championship thing might not work out. Still, playing in front of packed crowds, with talented teammates, opportunities at titles, and incredible exposure, will make for a very worthwhile career.

So think it over. The longer you mull it, the more obvious the answer becomes. Dare to dream while you still can.

With Much Admiration and Respect,

Brendan Millhouser

(@ChiBDM)

Bdmillhouser@Gmail.com


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