for those of you that don't know me or know me well. i need to tell you.
i love the chicago bulls.
michael jordan.
scottie pippen.
even dennis rodman.
(hey, he can rebound like nobodies bizzzness!)
i used to have posters in my room...okay banners. remember when the computers printed out banners?
i had a banner that said, 'michael jordan, #1.'
my daddy hated that poster.
it was my left hand.
i have not washed it since. ever.
do you believe me?
i said, "can i have your autograph, can i have your autograph?"he kept walking.
i feel confident he wanted to stop.
maybe he kept walking because of my outfit. maybe he was embarrassed. i should have been.
for it consisted of:
a michael jordan bow. very large in red.
a white sweatshirt with the black silouette of the jumpman on the front.
red jogging pants.
why am i doing this to myself?
why am i telling you all of this?
air jordan socks.and a small denim purse to top it all off.
i was twelve, okay?
but i left that day having touched the hand of greatness.
an autograph from phil jackson
and bill cartwright.
on my small denim purse.
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