Spoiled ass BLACK NIGGER michael jordan, thinking he had the last laugh, as he always thought he did thruout his career, pisses on everyone he can, as he leaves the door with his Hall Of Fame award!
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Spoiled ass BLACK NIGGER michael jordan, thinking he had the last
laugh, as he always thought he did thruout his career, pisses on
everyone he can, as he leaves the door with his Hall Of Fame award!
http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/news?slug=aw-jordanhall091209&prov=yhoo&type=lgns
SPRINGFIELD, Mass. – The tears tumbled, flooding his face and Michael
Jordan had yet to march to the microphone at Symphony Hall. He had
listened to the genuine stories and speeches of a remarkable class. He
had watched a “This is Your Life” video compilation of his basketball
genius. Everything flashed before him, a legacy that he’s fought with
body and soul to never, ever let go into yesterday.
Yes, Michael Jordan was still fighting it on Friday night, and maybe
he always will. Mostly, he was crying over the passing of that old
Jordan, and it wouldn’t be long until he climbed out of his suit and
back into his uniform and shorts, back into an adolescent act that’s
turned so tedious.
This wasn’t a Hall of Fame induction speech, but a bully tripping
nerds with lunch trays in the school cafeteria. He had a
responsibility to his standing in history, to players past and
present, and he let everyone down. This was a night to leave behind
the petty grievances and past slights – real and imagined. This was a
night to be gracious, to be generous with praise and credit.
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and he’s still standing there trying to settle scores,” one Hall of
Famer said privately later.
Jordan didn’t hurt his image with the NBA community, as much as he
reminded them of it. “That’s who Michael is,” one high-ranking team
executive said. “It wasn’t like he was out of character. There’s no
one else who could’ve gotten away with what he did tonight. But it was
Michael, and everyone just goes along.”
Jordan wandered through an unfocused and uninspired speech at Symphony
Hall, disparaging people who had little to do with his career, like
Jeff Van Gundy and Bryon Russell. He ignored people who had so much to
do with it, like his personal trainer, Tim Grover. This had been a
moving and inspirational night for the NBA – one of its best
ceremonies ever – and five minutes into Jordan’s speech it began to
spiral into something else. Something unworthy of Jordan’s stature,
something beneath him.
Jordan spent more time pointlessly admonishing Van Gundy and Russell
for crossing him with taunts a dozen years ago than he did singling
out his three children. When he finally acknowledged his family,
Jordan blurted, in part, to them, “I wouldn’t want to be you guys.”
Well, um, thanks Dad. He meant it, too. If not the NBA, he should’ve
thought of his children before he started spraying fire at everyone.
No one ever feels sorry for Isiah Thomas, but Jordan tsk-tsked him and
George Gervin and Magic Johnson for the 1985 All-Star game “freeze-
out.” Jordan was a rookie, and the older stars decided to isolate him.
It was a long time ago, and he obliterated them all for six NBA
championships and five MVP trophies. Isiah and the Ice Man looked
stunned, as intimidated 50 feet from the stage, as they might have
been on the basketball court.
The cheering and laughter egged Jordan on, but this was no public
service for him. Just because he was smiling didn’t mean this speech
hadn’t dissolved into a downright vicious volley.
Worst of all, he flew his old high school teammate, Leroy Smith, to
Springfield for the induction. Remember, Smith was the upperclassman
his coach, Pop Herring, kept on varsity over him as a high school
sophomore. He waggled to the old coach, “I wanted to make sure you
understood: You made a mistake, dude.”
Whatever, Michael. Everyone gets it. Truth be told, everyone got it
years ago, but somehow he thinks this is a cleansing exercise. When
basketball wanted to celebrate Jordan as the greatest player ever,
wanted to honor him for changing basketball everywhere, he was petty
and punitive. Yes, there was some wink-wink teasing with his beloved
Dean Smith, but make no mistake: Jordan revealed himself to be
strangely bitter. You won, Michael. You won it all. Yet, he keeps
chasing something that he’ll never catch, and sometimes, well, it all
seems so hollow for him.
This is why he’s a terrible basketball executive because he still
hasn’t learned to channel his aggressions into hard work on that job.
For the Charlotte Bobcats, Jordan remains an absentee boss who keeps
searching for basketball players on fairways and greens.
From the speeches of David Robinson to John Stockton, Jerry Sloan to
Vivian Stringer, there was an unmistakable thread of peace of mind and
purpose. At times, they were self-deprecating and deflective of
praise. Jordan hasn’t mastered that art, and it reveals him to be
oddly insecure. When Jordan should’ve thanked the Bulls ex-GM, Jerry
Krause, for surrounding him with championship coaches and talent, he
ridiculed him. It was me, Jordan was saying. Not him. “The
organization didn’t play with the flu in Utah,” Jordan grumbled.
For Jordan to let someone else share in the Bulls’ dynasty will never
diminish his greatness. Just enhance it. Only, he’s 46 years old and
he still doesn’t get it. Yes, Jordan did gush over Scottie Pippen, but
he failed to confess that he had wanted Krause to draft North
Carolina’s Joe Wolf. Sometimes, no one is better with a half a story,
half a truth, than Jordan. All his life, no one’s ever called him on
it.
Whatever Jordan wants to believe, understand this: The reason that Van
Gundy’s declaration of him as a “con man” so angered him is because it
was true on so many levels.
It was part of his competitiveness edge, part of his marketability,
and yes, part of his human frailty.
Jordan wasn’t crying over sentimentality on Friday night, as much as
he was the loss of a life that he returned from two retirements to
have again. The finality of his basketball genius hit him at the
induction ceremony, hit him hard. Jordan showed little poise and less
grace.
Once again, he turned the evening into something bordering between
vicious and vapid, an empty exercise for a night that should’ve had
staying power, that should’ve been transformative for basketball and
its greatest player. What fueled his fury as a thirtysomething now
fuels his bitterness as a lost, wandering fortysomething who
threatened a comeback at 50.
“Don’t laugh,” Michael Jordan warned.
No one’s laughing anymore.
Once and for all, Michael: It’s over.
You won.
Adrian Wojnarowski is the NBA columnist for Yahoo! Sports. Send Adrian
a question or comment for potential use in a future column or webcast.
Who Dat
Mik M'Haffie
Just in case you didn't hear Michael Jordan's actual speech, here it
is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMMBWJJPjSE&feature=topvideos
It doesn't even come close to the stupid, muddled misrepresentation in
the first post of this thread.
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> You are right MJ as usual got the last laugh.
dat sorry nigga will soon lose all of the money he evah amassed what
with his gambling habit! dat boy don't know shit about gambling!
Triba la raza! LAX will take over the U.S.!
bring it on, Mik, i'm awaiting you punk! how dare you talk shit about
our most treasured member of the much respected Consortium, you nazi/
commie/fascist neocon puke defender of MJ and GWBush and his many
idiotic, trembling, sinful, selfish, imbecilic, infidel fool neocons!
Mik M'Haffie
Hey, man, congratulations. You've just posted one of the most retarded
comments on usenet.
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'et tu, brutus' - shakespeare!