It's always a rude awakening when you find out that you have falsely remembered part of your origin story. In this particular case, I am misremembering which NBA Finals I started my relationship with basketball.
The first time it happened, I was in Chicago, remembering the Bulls vs. Blazers, in 1990, but that was wrong, because Bulls and Blazers was actually 1992. But Blazers and Pistons were in 1990. And this book was where I realized that Bulls and Lakers happened in 1991, and I had no idea.
I know a lot of basketball facts, but I'm starting to wonder if I remember anything at all. (So existential!) Maybe basketball is like music or life in general-we remember what we need to, and that's all we can expect.
The Last Dance just came out. There's a lot of selective remembering. But the things that everyone knows remains true-Jordan is petty. Jordan hated to lose. Jordan's kind of an asshole and benefitted from being an asshole during a time when there was no social media. Jordan loved to gamble but is cheap as shit.
I learned that Dwayne Casey has done absolutely nothing with his extensive playoff experience, coaching against Jordan and LeBron (before he swept us every year) and still choosing to come into the locker room every playoff game and writing "Chill" or "Do your own thing" or "You can figure this out without me" on the board and walking away.
I also learned that Jordan and Barkley were such good friends that they stayed partying every night during the Finals (they just didn't do it on TV like Rodman did his wrestling) and not just during the Dream Team. I don't know the source of their falling out, but feel like that could be a great story.
"...he is trying to give me like plain-pocket jeans they got for being part of the Team USA thing. Levi's was a sponsor, and he was trying to give me those jeans and a Polaroid camera. I was like, 'Dude, you owe me six grand.' He never paid me. To this day. That is his reputation, I guess. Too bad, I could have used six grand." (18, Dan Dakich)
Rough, man. Yikes.