Sublime

“I think Michael got so good because Larry used to beat him all the time,” James Jordan would explain later. “He took it hard.”

I don’t want Jackson to have the same childhood that I did. I want him to wonder why his dad’s friends always come over and shoot hoops with him. Why they always invite him to their houses. Why there are so many of them at his games. I hope that he gets sick of them.

Years later he explained that he made the selection because 23 was close to half of 45, a number that his brother Larry had worn.

It was not the politics most Black Americans wanted of Jordan, especially not when, right outside of where he balled in Chicago, housing projects ate away at the lives of the descendants of migrants; especially not when in his home state Harvey Gantt, a Black man, lost in senate races to Jesse Helms, a former Klansman, twice. When appealed to for a