Man listen…
As a little boy who worshipped at the altar of MJ who lived in the MD/DC area, I’ll always look at that time period with sheer, unbridled joy.
When he joined the leadership group, I watched the press conference in pure nirvana.
And then he came back?!?!?
And then I was lucky enough to go to that first preseason game at the MCI Center against the Nets.
(I remember Bow Wow was at that game, too lol)
But I remember sitting high up in the nosebleeds, and actually seeing my hero warmup. Between all the times I watched my dubbed copy of “Come Fly With Me”, to actually leaving school early to go see Space Jam, to all the magazines and books I read, the vhs recorded games I watched, and so on, it was absolutely surreal for 9-10 year old me.
And then to top it off, the nikka had one of those mythical games, too.
That shyt was literally like watching Jesus come back to life and start performing miracles right off the rip. You couldn’t ask for anything else.
And then because my mother’s godsister was dating Rod Strickland, I was able to scoot down to a lower bowl seat for a quarter, and watch him even closer.
Outside of the Nats 2019 World Series run, I don’t think I’ll ever experience a high like that from sports ever again.

