Prodigal Son (Part 2)


Photo courtesy of Sports Illustrated

About one year ago, I wrote this.

This year, I get to post the picture above.

I won’t say that I deserve it anymore than I would have a year ago. In fact, I probably deserve it less. But that’s not going to stop me from enjoying it.

Can I justify that? I don’t know. I do know that we’d probably have pretty miserable existences if we only enjoyed the things we deserved.

Prodigal Son

This was almost a triumphant story. 37.2 seconds away. Then 23.9 seconds. Then 19.4. 7.9. Then it was gone.

This was almost a story of a young man abandoning a place where he grew up. Going off to the greener pastures on the other side of the fence. Then, having a change of heart, returning to great fanfare and celebration.



90’s basketball was the best. The Admiral swatting shots away. Shaq destroying backboards. Hakeem Olajuwon’s “Dream Shake.” The Glove to the Reign Man. Mt. Mutombo’s wagging finger. Stockton and the Mailman. And of course, Air Jordan, Pip, and the Chicago Bulls.

Has any sport been as loaded with awesome nicknames?

Has any sport been as loaded with all-time greats during a decade?

Has any sport ever been so compelling? Continue reading