As sports fans everywhere look to find some form of sports to watch or at least read about, ESPN hit the jackpot by airing a ten part documentary on the 1998 Chicago Bulls team. Growing up in Chicagoland, I was spoiled to watch every Bulls game on our local cable provider. Maybe I went to one game a year if I was lucky, but that team in that decade was a rock concert, media circus, frenzied environment. It was the talk of the town, the nation, and the world. We all wanted to “be like Mike” and those with more means than others rocked Air Jordan shoes to school. The day after a game, it was all anyone talked about; it did not matter if one’s baseball allegiance was to the Cubs or White Sox, in the 1990s, the Bulls brought us together. The Last Dance brought the final title run back into focus as the memories came back in a flood of emotions. The superstars were aging and management wanted value to rebuild the franchise before contracts ran out, or so they said. With these underlying tensions in place from day one, it made the Bulls march to title number six all the more special. And then it was over, and Air Jordan retired for a second time. Unfortunately, the great ones believe that they are the best long after it is time to say goodbye to their game. When Nothing Else Matters shows fans Michael Jordan after The Last Dance in his years as a Washington Wizard when he was no long his royal airness but a basket mortal.
Last year I read The Last Innocents by Michael Leahy. An in depth look at the Los Angeles Dodgers teams that won World Series before the violence of the late 1960s, Leahy’s writing was captivating as he put the Dodgers into context of a turbulent era. When I found out that his first book was about Michael Jordan’s Wizard years, I was curious to read it. A skilled sports writer focusing on the best basketball player ever sold me even though Jordan’s Wizard years are ones that Bulls and basketball fans would rather forget. Like the majority of books on Jordan, When Nothing Else Matters was not authorized by Jordan or any members of his inner circle. At the time Leahy was just another sports writer looking for an edge to a story, and Jordan kept anything he said close to the vest. When it became apparent that Leahy sought to write a book not just columns, he was banned from the Wizards locker room. This book contained some short Jordan quotes early on, but the rest was culled from outside sources. The fact that Leahy rebounded to write as quality of a book as The Last Innocents speaks to his ability as a writer. Unfortunately for him, no one bests on Jordan on their own terms and stays in his good graces. The result is a report that is almost as scathing as the Jordan Rules twelve years earlier.
One thing Jordan made clear in the Last Dance is that he pushed his teammates in practice and often lashed out at them verbally if not physically. He believed that taking things to the next level behind closed doors would push them to be ready when called upon in game situations. Teammates admitted that yes it might not have been the best tactic, but, guess what, it worked. After Bulls management broke up the team, Jordan essentially retired again although at age thirty six he still had a few seasons left in the tank. He publicly noted that he would not play for a coach other than Phil Jackson. With Jackson out in Chicago, Jordan was finished, until he was not. With bridges burned in Chicago, Jordan signed on to become president of basketball operations for a middling Washington Wizards team that is never relevant. After a year in the office and seeing the young team struggle from afar, Jordan had the urge to lace up his sneakers again and began training and talked comeback- at age thirty nine. Perhaps Jackson winning championships as coach of the Los Angeles Lakers stoked Jordan’s ego. The Wizards were no Bulls and no Lakers. Jordan could have left the Wizards and joined the Lakers with less time off if he had chosen. Then he would have been reduced to a role player albeit the best one in league history. Leahy claims this was not good enough for Jordan; he wanted to start and be the best on his team so he remained with the Wizards, an idea that was doomed from the start.
Like any superstar who joins a new team late in their career, seeing them in a new uniform is strange. Jordan in a Wizard uniform might be strange to look at, but he sold seats to an arena that is generally lucky to be half empty. The cheapskate owner Abe Pollin gladly welcomed Jordan the player rather than Jordan the manager for this reason. Because Pollin was on the cheap side, he was known for trading his star players and then signing also rans to inexpensive contracts. Jordan was easily the top billing on a team who counted no all stars or potential all stars on its roster. Jordan also picked the coach, Doug Collins, who had been his first coach with the Bulls and bent to his will. Collins treated Jordan as though he was still on the top of his game and played him forty minutes a night. By the fourth quarter in most games, it was clear that Jordan did not have what it took to compete against the young superstars in the game. Clearly, as Leahy formulates, the torch had been passed on. Jordan was just another example of a superstar who did not know when to hang up his shoes. He was Willie Mays and Muhammad Ali all over again, a star who through wits and savvy might outsmart an opponent but is clearly past his prime. This is the Jordan detailed here in When Nothing Else Matters.
Following the 2002-2003 season, Michael Jordan hung up his sneakers for good. Today he is the owner of the Charlotte Bobcats in his home state of North Carolina. Fans are left wondering what might have been if the Bulls were not broken up. Jordan had a few good years left in the tank, but not after a three year layoff of playing golf and cards exclusively. Leahy, while an adept sportswriter, after writing words that angered Jordan, was forced to formulate most of this book based on opinions of outsiders, some of whom did not spin Jordan in a positive light. Yes, it was painful to see Michael Jordan play on a gimpy knee; however, asking his rivals for copy and then crafting it into a book makes me lose respect for Leahy. I will remember the Michael Jordan of the Last Dance and my adolescent years: the best to play the game. Should Michael Leahy write another book, I will be apprehensive to read it unless it took place well in the past.
3ish stars