thinking about when michael jordan, in his prime, lost to the orlando magic in six games

when you’ve been bested by anthony avent

me, moments before losing my houseboat in a carnival scam involving darts and balloons: “but MJ had baseball muscles”

very much dislike being at the height of my athletic prowess and failing to push dennis scott to seven games

michael jordan, who worked harder than anyone and wanted it the most, lost to tree rollins in six because he forgot how to dribble and was sleepy

when horace grant owns you so bad that you have to edit his game-saving block on kevin johnson out of a ten-hour documentary a quarter century later

MJ skipped the grueling regular season slog, averaged 31 against the magic but lost because bulls had no answer for shaq and horace, and everyone collectively said “uh okay that didn’t happen.” imagine pulling that nonsense off today lmao

the bulls sent shaq to the line 83 times because michael jordan’s thighs were too beefy from swinging louisville sluggers

shaq plays himself into shape:

“the fat childman doesn’t want to be great”

jordan plays himself into shape:

“no one in basketball history has ever been brave enough to be so tired”