No, It's Your Fault

Michael Jordan will always hold a special place in my heart. I would watch every game he was in I could to see what he would do next. His career spanned the time I was a starry-eyed kindergartener until I was too stoned to go to all my classes on campus, yet he never lost my interest. My mother, raising 2 kids while putting herself through nursing school and ultimately in one of the toughest professions existing, saw this and tried to buy me "the new J's" every time they came out. I would sit in front of the TV (or if I was lucky, the nosebleeds at Market Square Arena) and marvel at his creativity, passion, and sheer ability. Can men fly? No, but Michael Jordan could.