The Last Dance on ESPN has been AWESOME! Yes, I know not having live sports might add to its intrigue, but I don't care. I can't get enough of it. For me, this was the best time of the NBA. Late 80s into the 90s, I watched everything the NBA could put out there. And I was a die hard Blazer fan. Still am. But for some reason, a buddy and I decided to start a Michael Jordan fan club.

The year was either 1989 or 1990. It was sometime shortly after Jordan hit the jumper over Craig Ehlo to get the Bulls past the Cavs in the playoffs. Now, while I was still a Blazer fan, my buddy and I were huge Jordan fans. So we started a club and there were only two rules to get in.

  1. Your tongue had to reach your chin. Jordan was known for sticking his tongue out when he played so this was stipulation number one. If I remember correctly, mine didn't. But, since I was able to pull it down further and make it touch, that was okay.
  2. You had to hit the Jordan, right to left jumper that he hit over Ehlo. There was one problem with this. I was a scrawny kid and I couldn't make that shot to save my life. So we begged and begged my buddy's dad to lower their basketball hoop so it was an easier shot. Oh, and I also used a mini ball, I believe.

So what made this exclusive club so weird? Not only did no one else want to be in it, I'm not sure we ever even told anyone about it. We spent a lot of time figuring out what the rules should be, only to never tell anyone about the actual club. I think the whole thing lasted a couple of months, which according to my wife is a lot longer than she expected it to.,

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