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	MJ Final Comeback
More on NBA - Articles - History - Nicknames - Photos - Players - Screensavers - Videos - Wallpapers More Articles - AND1 articles - Hip-Hip articles - Notic articles - Slam Nation articles - Streetball articles	Monday, December 4th, 8:17 am And so here he was, sitting alone in his chartered jet, en route to D.C. He was making a week long house call; by his own admission, Michael Jordan was flying in from the Crilla's suburbs to check the pulse of the Wizards. Some of the cabin lights had been dimmed to ease the lack-of-sleep headache he had developed overnight, but his pulsating temples refused to yield. Now, as Jordan the executive prepared to cut the dead weight from his almost dead patient, Jordan the G.O.A.T. couldn't understand how things got so bad. Little did he know, it was way worse than he could have possibly imagined. Monday, December 4th, 12:57 pm After the previous night's 93-87 loss in Detroit, the team's fourth straight, Jordan decided it was time to greet the squad with a "pep talk" and a promise that they would "be pushed." Now, as he stood on the floor of the team's practice facility, the fire that enabled his greatness now fed an anger that could not be controlled. As player after player walked in for the early afternoon run, their easy-going attitude quickly evaporated when they realized their surprise guest of honor. Jahidi White was the last to enter, still wiping the white powder from his third breakfast off his face. "Guys, straight-up, you're embarrassing me," MJ said. "I want to know what the hell is goin' down. We're not a championship caliber team, but we're better than what you've shown. Anyone got any answers?" "Sir, I think I might know." "Fine...wait...who are you?" "Obinna Ekezie." "Oh, OK. Go ahead." "Well, I think some guys just don't care. I'm not gonna say who, but if my name was Rod or Juwan, I'd know who I was talking about." "Punk biyatch. I was part of the Fab 5 when you were still stinkin' in your diapers. I'm trying so hard, I just can't take the pressure with all the flow I'm pullin' in. And then the fans start yellin' at me...it's just...so...hard...and..." "Aw come on man, don't cry." "I can't help it. Rip, how would you feel if everyone hated on you?" "Dawg, I'm not sure, but just look at our man Popeye. He's got those ears and he ain't cryin'. Calvin, he's got no game but he ain't tearin' up. Ain't that right Booth?" "Huh?" "Exactly. Look, Juanny, we'll get this thing turned around. Mitch will be back soon and..." "Actually, no I won't." "What do you mean?" "The Smithsonian is searching for some new fossils and they wanted to know if I'm available. The pay is good man, I think I'm gonna do it. Besides, we got to figure out what the problem is first. What do you think Jahidi? Why are we so foul?" "Ow! Damn J, why you slappin' me?" "Sorry Rod, natural reaction, I heard someone say 'foul'. Want a donut?" "Naw thanks...I'm still fightin' a hangover." Jordan pinched hard at the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "These guys are a joke," he thought. "An absolute joke." * Tuesday, December 5th, 10:07 a.m.** "Now Leonard, I don't think I have to tell you this, but as head coach, it's your job to get on these guys, to get them motivated," Jordan said. "But-" "Hold-up. Do you think this will break right or left?" "Ah...left I guess. But are you sure you want to have this conversation out here? Shouldn't we be going over the roster or something? And by the way, aren't you freezing? It's cold as sht out here." "Damn it, Leonard. I don't want to have to tell you this again. Yeah, I'm Director of Player Personnel and yes I should be seeing who's available out there to help us, but golf is my passion. Ain't nothing gonna come between me and my sticks. Why the hell do you think I work from Chi-Town?" "I thought it was to be with your family." "Hell no, man, my home course is there. I can read all the greens in my sleep and you know the scratch I like to put down on a round. Knowing the greens is half the battle. Now where were we?" "I think you were about to yell at me." "Nah L, but I was about to tell you to start acting like a head coach. I know you were my fourth - make that fifth - choice for the job, but you can't act like that. I got stuck with ya, and now you're the best man for the job." "ThanksЕI think." "No problem. Hey, a c-note I drop this putt. Want that action?" Wednesday, December 6th, 9:57 pm* The Wizards condition worsened with their 21-point lead-blowing debacle against the Clippers. It was just the third time this season that Jordan had seen a Wizards game in person, although he claims that he watches all of the games via the dish from his couch in Chi-Town. This, however, was the first time he saw the carnage in person. Now, for the second time in two days, MJ stood before his players, glaring at eyes that couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second. He had just watched the Clippers, one of the worst franchises in professional sports history, come back to shock his squad in front of an anemic crowd that was far below the 11,000 and change that was announced. MJ was embarrassed - embarrassed by a group of players he couldn't control or motivate. The room was silent as the door was shut and the unnecessary personnel were cleared. It was on. "You guys are garbage," screamed MJ. "I could step out on the floor and smoke any one of you with my off hand. If you gave this kind of effort and you were my teammates, I'd give you a beat down myself. Back in the day, I'dЕ" Juwan Howard caught Rod Strickland's attention from across the room. Both sets of eyes rolled. "Here we go again," they thought. * Thursday, December 7th, 11:37 pm The flat screen on his office wall was playing the opening theme to SportsCenter, but the images dancing across the screen didn't register in the racing mind of MJ. He had just watched the Wizards lose again, this time on the road at Minnesota. It was quickly becoming too much to take. The ring of his cell interrupted his misery. "Yeah?" a weary Jordan said into the phone. "Michael? It's Bill. How are you doing?" "Been better, man, much better. What about you?" "Hell, I'm fine. Hillary won her race so she'll be spending a lot of my retirement years down here while I'm back in New York. I'm lovin' life - but what about you? What's going on over there?" "I have no idea. Richmond is hurt, but these guys just don't get it. I mean, when I balled I couldn't stand to lose. That's what bothers me the most about this team, they just don't care. And the worst part is, they're insulting my name. Have you ever been embarrassed by someone associated with you and not been able to do anything about it?" "Hell no, man, I am that guy." "Good point." "Listen, I know it doesn't seem like it, but everything will work out fine. Just when you think you're at the bottom and things will never turn around, that's when they do. Look at me, I pulled the wool over everyone's eyes and now I'll be remembered as one of the best ever." "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks Bill, I needed to hear that." "No problem. Oh, by the way, I hear you might be looking for some help over there. I got this intern you gotta meet. She's spectacular, really knows her stuffЕ" * Sunday, December 10, 8:32 pm The whirl of the plane's engines created an almost soothing atmosphere as Jordan jetted back to Chicago. His half-gone Cuban was working to settle the pained thoughts of the week he had just witnessed. Both the team and the reputation he wanted to build were failing. His franchise was quickly becoming the laughing stock of the League. A Saturday night road loss to Milwaukee had dropped their record to 4-17, second worse to only - ironically - Chicago. With one last resort left, MJ picked up his cell and punched in the numbers to a good friend he had been meaning to call. On the third ring, the voice he needed to hear picked up. "Mario? It's Mike. What up man?" "MikeЕhow are you? Everything's great, I'm just trying to get myself back in shape. Did you hear? I'm hitting the ice again and going back for some more." "Yeah man, that's why I'm calling. Why did you decide to come back?" "Well, it's simple, really. I was enjoying owning the team and all, but I looked at our roster and tried to figure out where we could improve. Then I decided to go out and get the best player available: me. Know what I mean?" "Yeah, I think I do. I honestly think I do."
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