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The circus came to town for two years and sold out every night when MJ decided that he could better help the team on the court than in the front office. He was the best player on the floor even as his body wore down, but constantly questioned the rest of the team’s work ethic and motivation as the losses mounted up.
The team is probably still making a profit from all the merchandise, concessions and season tickets that they sold during Jordan’s tenure here. There should be a small statue of Jordan in the team’s accounting offices.
After kicking down the front door of the sporting world by returning for one final stint as a player, Jordan’s time in D.C. ended with him ducking out the back door quietly after butting heads with the late Abe Pollin. Many say that he should never have returned; we in Washington disagree. I, for one, think it was worth trading two years of franchise building to see the greatest of all time suit up in a Wizards uniform.
Far from being like the return of Michael Jackson in 2001, where most people could only shake their heads at the output of the former King of Pop, Jordan still showed his age badly while living and dying by the fade-away jump shot. In the end though, Jordan’s Wizards' years hardly tarnished the much revered image of MJ as the greatest ever in most people’s eyes.
I can still close my eyes and see Jordan in those throw-back 1970s Bullets jerseys any time I need to remove myself from the reality that is the Wizards of today.