As a child born in the 1990s, I was privileged to the Chicago Bulls era of "Michael Jordan takes all". I loved it like everyone else did. It was enjoyable, even as an avid Celtics fan. And when Jordan retired, I too took a moment to ponder the shady future of the NBA.
Things turned out just fine. Tim Donaghy bet on a few games, Ron Artest took on The Palace on his own, players met at Carmelo Anthony's wedding to discuss more than "Who will catch the bouquet?", and of course, the Miami Heat cried, a lot.
Nothing out of the norm. All in a decades work, right?
Come to think of it, maybe everything didn't turn out so well after all. This is the time when you play armchair hero, curse David Stern, and claim you could do a better job as Commissioner.
But something has changed: the Bulls. I never thought this day would come. For you see, I've hated the Lakers. I've recently found comfort in disliking the Heat. Chicago, though? Even I didn't see the Bulls causing me stress, yet it has happened. All thanks to Michael Jordan Vol.2, Derrick Rose.
So the Celtics and Bulls meet for the fourth time this season. Chitown are confident, why shouldn't they be? They hold a three game advantage over Boston in the East. Have an MVP point guard. And a guy called the "White Mamba", who somehow electrifies every city he visits.
Yup, it's a sure to be classic. It brings back memories of the 2009 Conference Quarter Finals. But now, this game is like an old dinosaur made up of the Big 3, taking on purebred race horse jockeyed by Rose and Luol Deng.
It's a great time to run a live diary. No holds barred style.