But what does the legacy mean to Michael? Would he change anything about what happened on his journey? It all feels so carved in stone, now that the statues have been erected and armies of feet are clad in signature Air Jordans of every possible configuration.Michael Jordan was born on February 17th, 1963 in Brooklyn, New York. After the transaction, what is left of the man? The brand and empire marches on, meaning different things to millions of people. What happens to Michael Jordan the man? The man who traded his mortality on the promise of becoming a myth and a logo for excellence. One man was able to use the system to his advantage, paying some sort of untold price in the process. The result of the non-stop competitive drive accelerated change in sport, media, business and beyond.

What did the greatness of Michael Jordan mean? Did it have wider, inspirational substance that mattered outside of the game of basketball? Or is Jordan’s story a hyper competitive distillation of what happens when the American Dream crosses paths with Corporate America.

The lingering questions from The Last Dance remain unanswered and will resonate forward. Especially when the footage is so ample and gorgeous. But as a Michael Jordan fan, I’ve always been here for Jordan propaganda. Maybe one day we will get a fair, balanced and contentious version of what happened with Michael and the Bulls. I can’t help but feel the heavy hand of Jordan’s perspective on the series, but as they say, winners write history. While there wasn’t much new for Jordan fanatics, the way it was stitched together and filled with all the main personalities was well crafted. I remember how all the twists and turns and drama felt at the time. I felt dropped right back into those NBA seasons in the late 90s. Set it all to a late 80s, early 90s soundtrack and you might get something with visual poem aspirations like the Unauthorized Bash Brothers Experience crossed with the Todd Haynes art house vibe. We’d follow these versions of Jordan around, betting on what color car was about to pass by, dancing extemporaneously to his own piano music and challenging everyone and anyone within earshot. Jordan, and anyone else who can channel something about Crazy piano Mike. I imagine a multi-perspective film like Todd Hayne’s near Dylan biopic “I’m Not There.” There could be half a dozen Jordan’s cast. I’d like to see some kind of fever dream film capturing this version of Jordan. King Kong ain’t got nothing on Michael Jordan. Talk yourself into a corner so much that you have no choice but to come out and be the undisputed greatest of all time. I guess that’s a decent motivating engine. It forced his game to back up his enormous mouth. Mike is just constantly running his mouth with supreme confidence. Maybe it’s Training Day merged with He Got Game. I can’t help but see his behind the scenes personality as some kind of a late 1990s Denzel Washington character. He’s crazy at the piano and saying all sorts of stuff. It’s just the cameras being there when Jordan is finally getting to take a breath. I like this image of Mike in his hotel room playing the piano as the paparazzi snapped photos. Maybe the fingertip thing was the last straw for the last dance. Cradling the ball with one hand and taunting defenders was such a big part of Jordan’s game, especially late era Jordan. I remember at the time people were reporting that Jordan could no longer palm the ball after the cigar cutter thing. And there was the incident where he snipped the end of his finger on a cigar cutter. Honestly, this feels like a fish story with Mike saying he’d come back for one more run. Maybe if Jordan had stepped off the gas when it came to thrashing his teammates, there would have been legitimate reserve fuel to go for 7. I mean, Scottie was an all-world talent along side him, and had proven in Jordan’s absence that he could lead a team in his own way to the brink. I wonder what would have happened if Jordan would have shared the weight of his burden a bit more.

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