Despite the hall of fame, Michael Jordan is still held accountable for that piece of sh*t movie.
OK. We get it. You were and are good at basketball. Michael Jordan headlined the 2009 class of Basketball Hall of Fame inductees this week. Other people included the all-time assists leader John Stockton, who Jordan repeatedly made his bitch, Stockton's coach with Utah, Jerry Sloan, David Robinson, who's really freaking tall, and C. Vivian Stringer, who, let's face it, coached a team dubbed by Don Imus as [Editor's deletion, sorry, I'm not racist...yet].
Anyways, Michael Jordan made me love Michael Jordan merchandise. I don't know about the man himself, although that's pretty sad some Serbian bastard gunned down his pops. But Jordan is a merchandising icon. Who would have known that some kid from North Carolina would blow up to be the best basketball player in the world at only 6 feet 5 inches. Who would have known also that that same guy blew millions in gambling and soiled celluloid with Space Jam. Jordan the athlete=greatness. Jordan the actor=jackassery.
Congrats, John Stockton!
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