Let’s face it: The championship-winning touch that once defined Michael Jordan has now been swapped out for a withering death nestle. The Aretha Franklin impersonator’s Charlotte Bobcats are officially the saddest bunch in professional sports, likely to end the season with the lowest winning percentage in league history. While he once brought success to North Carolina, now he brings failure.
And the same is true for Chicago.
His Airness made it to the United Center on Monday night for Game 6 between the Blackhawks and Coyotes, sharing a box with Stan Mikita and Bobby Hull -- a veritable holy trinity of Chicago sports. MJ, wearing pre-torn jeans and a "Driving Miss Daisy" cap, projected bad luck onto the ice all night long. The Hawks dominated the cadence of most of the game, outshooting the Yotes 39-20, but still suffered a 4-0 loss. Season over.
Is it shortsighted to attribute the loss entirely to The Curse of MJ? No. No it is not. The 23 enigma strikes again.
It’s tragic, really. Clearly Michael should’ve followed in the path of former teammate Dennis Rodman. That guy’s got it goin’ on.