If Chapelle was still around the Michael Jordan legend would grow beyond anything that was done for Rick James that's for sure
Luc Longley talks about the time Michael Jordan Complimented Him....and then Took it back
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If Chapelle was still around the Michael Jordan legend would grow beyond anything that was done for Rick James that's for sure
MJ stories never failed.nomoreneveragain
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Nah you need a Center/Forwards who can do the little nuisances of the Triangle
People forgot had the best record in Basketball even before they got Pau that 1st year, they were holding it down with Walton and Kwame.
Thats why Phil loves Luke Walton and Luc Longley
My Girl is Bow Legged
JUST DO IT LIKE
I know the no nikkas thing is the meme here but was really more anti-cac than anything lol
He's shytted on his white teammates relentlessly...in the Jordan Rules he basically said the white boys try hard but can't keep up at all... punched Will Perdue and called him Will Vanderbilt cause he said he didn't deserve to be named after a Big 10 school, punched Kerr etc
He's shytted on his white teammates relentlessly...in the Jordan Rules he basically said the white boys try hard but can't keep up at all... punched Will Perdue and called him Will Vanderbilt cause he said he didn't deserve to be named after a Big 10 school, punched Kerr etc
All the great NBA fights are gone..............................They went out their way to erase the game we rememberedI remember when Zo was still on the hornets they got int it on the court and longley got that work
I just did a quick youtube search but nothing came up, but I know it happened.
Reggie Miller was like 5-0 throwing them hands, Matt Gieger, Derrick Coleman, Jordan and Kobe all got that work from skinny ass miller.....................
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ltheghost
Payin Debts.... N40
These Jordan stories are fukking hilarious...but nothing is beating that Chamilionare story. http://blacklikemoi.com/2014/04/rap...hael-jordan-said-aint-taking-pictures-nggers/
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I Got Game
For a quick minute Luc thought he was da real MVP. 
This Luc Longley hype is funny. Luc wasn't even in the games in the 4th quarters for most games especially the Finals. Rodman moved to center, Pip / Kukoc at Forwards and MJ / Harper at guards and Kerr if they needed a 3. Luc was in warmups for the "Last Shot".That last minute is so smooth
When Brown arrived at training camp in October out of shape after spending part of the summer recovering from back spasms and an illness, Jordan had been patient for about a week, draping his arm around Brown and praising his ability to Wizards officials. For Brown, it seemed nothing had changed. In October, he appeared to be the only Wizards player who enjoyed a real friendship with Jordan, which had begun during the Wizards' courtship of him prior to the 2001 NBA draft.
For a while in Wilmington, Jordan simultaneously played the roles of buddy, mentor and Professor Henry Higgins to Brown's Eliza Doolittle. He lectured Kwame on clothes
and nutrition, took him to dinner and asked him if he felt like hanging out with him in the trainer's room. He wanted Brown to see the brilliance of the life that awaited him if he worked hard and succeeded. One day after practice, having noticed Kwame palming yet another basketball in solitary amusement, Jordan palmed two balls, extending his arms and shouting to Brown: "Hey, Kwame, you know what the difference is between you doing this and me doing this?" Brown looked stumped. Jordan laughed and yelled, "They pay me $35 million when I do it."
It was as if, in Brown, Jordan saw the possibility of a kinship with a future star so luminous as to be deserving of a bond with him. "When he got to camp, it was like Kwame already had the credentials in Michael's eyes to be a part of Michael's group," said a Wizards official who observed them daily. "So Michael let him in. For a while at least."
Jordan's infatuation with his protégé waned. He thought Brown was cocky and disrespectful sometimes, particularly when the teenager nagged him about playing a one-on-one game, hinting that doom awaited him. Finally, Jordan agreed to the game, Brown grinning on the court, convinced his youth and height would be indefensible weapons against this shorter man twice his age. Early in the game, believing he had a lunging, jabbing Jordan off balance, the kid dared to say, "You reach, I'll teach."
Jordan snapped,
"You teach, and I'll knock you on your damn ass."
He proceeded to humiliate Brown, mocking him while scoring at will, declining to help him up when the teenager fell hard to the floor, winning lopsidedly and, at the end, yelling at Brown to acknowledge his superiority in front of the team: "You better call me 'Daddy,' f@gg0t."
"Michael was breaking him down," one observer recounted, "probably to build him up. But there was a lot of breaking down."
Things deteriorated quickly thereafter. Brown didn't work hard enough for Jordan's taste, and it did not help that many in the Wizards organization, from officials to teammates, thought the kid showed no capacity for either accepting criticism or honoring an old basketball tenet that said rookies should play hard, accept bruises and complain about nothing.
With the criticism mounting and his play getting worse, Brown became maddeningly frustrated, a kid convinced he was being repeatedly fouled in intrasquad scrimmages by two veterans, Christian Laettner and Jahidi White, who weren't quick enough, Brown believed, to stay with him. He would drive toward the basket and feel himself being bumped by a hard hip, sometimes losing the ball, infuriated the referees wouldn't blow a whistle. "That was a foul," he finally groaned.
Play stopped.
There was an electric silence. A wide-eyed Jordan was walking toward him.
"You phukin' flaming f@gg0t," Jordan exploded. "You don't get a foul call on a phukin' little touch foul, you f@gg0t. You don't bring that f@gg0t sh1t here. Get your f@gg0t ass back on the floor and play. I don't want to hear that f@gg0t sh1t out of you again. Get your ass back and play, you f@gg0t."
A stupefied Brown could say nothing. He looked close to tears, thought a witness.
"It was not a mortal wound," the same Wizards official said. But the man believed that Jordan's words left Brown numb for several days thereafter, observing that Brown appeared to be increasingly tentative on the court.
For as long as Jordan would remain in his life, Brown would be diplomatic. Even so, some memories he had difficulty holding back. "It was pretty rough," Brown recalled later of the scrimmage. "But that's Michael Jordan. You deal with it. You learn you're a rookie and you're not going to get calls. ... But sometimes I felt all alone out there, like I was surrounded by sharks."
For a while in Wilmington, Jordan simultaneously played the roles of buddy, mentor and Professor Henry Higgins to Brown's Eliza Doolittle. He lectured Kwame on clothes
and nutrition, took him to dinner and asked him if he felt like hanging out with him in the trainer's room. He wanted Brown to see the brilliance of the life that awaited him if he worked hard and succeeded. One day after practice, having noticed Kwame palming yet another basketball in solitary amusement, Jordan palmed two balls, extending his arms and shouting to Brown: "Hey, Kwame, you know what the difference is between you doing this and me doing this?" Brown looked stumped. Jordan laughed and yelled, "They pay me $35 million when I do it."It was as if, in Brown, Jordan saw the possibility of a kinship with a future star so luminous as to be deserving of a bond with him. "When he got to camp, it was like Kwame already had the credentials in Michael's eyes to be a part of Michael's group," said a Wizards official who observed them daily. "So Michael let him in. For a while at least."
Jordan's infatuation with his protégé waned. He thought Brown was cocky and disrespectful sometimes, particularly when the teenager nagged him about playing a one-on-one game, hinting that doom awaited him. Finally, Jordan agreed to the game, Brown grinning on the court, convinced his youth and height would be indefensible weapons against this shorter man twice his age. Early in the game, believing he had a lunging, jabbing Jordan off balance, the kid dared to say, "You reach, I'll teach."
Jordan snapped,
"You teach, and I'll knock you on your damn ass."He proceeded to humiliate Brown, mocking him while scoring at will, declining to help him up when the teenager fell hard to the floor, winning lopsidedly and, at the end, yelling at Brown to acknowledge his superiority in front of the team: "You better call me 'Daddy,' f@gg0t."
"Michael was breaking him down," one observer recounted, "probably to build him up. But there was a lot of breaking down."
Things deteriorated quickly thereafter. Brown didn't work hard enough for Jordan's taste, and it did not help that many in the Wizards organization, from officials to teammates, thought the kid showed no capacity for either accepting criticism or honoring an old basketball tenet that said rookies should play hard, accept bruises and complain about nothing.
With the criticism mounting and his play getting worse, Brown became maddeningly frustrated, a kid convinced he was being repeatedly fouled in intrasquad scrimmages by two veterans, Christian Laettner and Jahidi White, who weren't quick enough, Brown believed, to stay with him. He would drive toward the basket and feel himself being bumped by a hard hip, sometimes losing the ball, infuriated the referees wouldn't blow a whistle. "That was a foul," he finally groaned.
Play stopped.
There was an electric silence. A wide-eyed Jordan was walking toward him.
"You phukin' flaming f@gg0t," Jordan exploded. "You don't get a foul call on a phukin' little touch foul, you f@gg0t. You don't bring that f@gg0t sh1t here. Get your f@gg0t ass back on the floor and play. I don't want to hear that f@gg0t sh1t out of you again. Get your ass back and play, you f@gg0t."A stupefied Brown could say nothing. He looked close to tears, thought a witness."It was not a mortal wound," the same Wizards official said. But the man believed that Jordan's words left Brown numb for several days thereafter, observing that Brown appeared to be increasingly tentative on the court.
For as long as Jordan would remain in his life, Brown would be diplomatic. Even so, some memories he had difficulty holding back. "It was pretty rough," Brown recalled later of the scrimmage. "But that's Michael Jordan. You deal with it. You learn you're a rookie and you're not going to get calls. ... But sometimes I felt all alone out there, like I was surrounded by sharks."
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There was an electric silence. A wide-eyed Jordan was walking toward him.
GodamnWhen Brown arrived at training camp in October out of shape after spending part of the summer recovering from back spasms and an illness, Jordan had been patient for about a week, draping his arm around Brown and praising his ability to Wizards officials. For Brown, it seemed nothing had changed. In October, he appeared to be the only Wizards player who enjoyed a real friendship with Jordan, which had begun during the Wizards' courtship of him prior to the 2001 NBA draft.
For a while in Wilmington, Jordan simultaneously played the roles of buddy, mentor and Professor Henry Higgins to Brown's Eliza Doolittle. He lectured Kwame on clothes
It was as if, in Brown, Jordan saw the possibility of a kinship with a future star so luminous as to be deserving of a bond with him. "When he got to camp, it was like Kwame already had the credentials in Michael's eyes to be a part of Michael's group," said a Wizards official who observed them daily. "So Michael let him in. For a while at least."
Jordan's infatuation with his protégé waned. He thought Brown was cocky and disrespectful sometimes, particularly when the teenager nagged him about playing a one-on-one game, hinting that doom awaited him. Finally, Jordan agreed to the game, Brown grinning on the court, convinced his youth and height would be indefensible weapons against this shorter man twice his age. Early in the game, believing he had a lunging, jabbing Jordan off balance, the kid dared to say, "You reach, I'll teach."
Jordan snapped,
He proceeded to humiliate Brown, mocking him while scoring at will, declining to help him up when the teenager fell hard to the floor, winning lopsidedly and, at the end, yelling at Brown to acknowledge his superiority in front of the team: "You better call me 'Daddy,' f@gg0t."
"Michael was breaking him down," one observer recounted, "probably to build him up. But there was a lot of breaking down."
Things deteriorated quickly thereafter. Brown didn't work hard enough for Jordan's taste, and it did not help that many in the Wizards organization, from officials to teammates, thought the kid showed no capacity for either accepting criticism or honoring an old basketball tenet that said rookies should play hard, accept bruises and complain about nothing.
With the criticism mounting and his play getting worse, Brown became maddeningly frustrated, a kid convinced he was being repeatedly fouled in intrasquad scrimmages by two veterans, Christian Laettner and Jahidi White, who weren't quick enough, Brown believed, to stay with him. He would drive toward the basket and feel himself being bumped by a hard hip, sometimes losing the ball, infuriated the referees wouldn't blow a whistle. "That was a foul," he finally groaned.
Play stopped.
There was an electric silence. A wide-eyed Jordan was walking toward him.
"It was not a mortal wound," the same Wizards official said. But the man believed that Jordan's words left Brown numb for several days thereafter, observing that Brown appeared to be increasingly tentative on the court.
For as long as Jordan would remain in his life, Brown would be diplomatic. Even so, some memories he had difficulty holding back. "It was pretty rough," Brown recalled later of the scrimmage. "But that's Michael Jordan. You deal with it. You learn you're a rookie and you're not going to get calls. ... But sometimes I felt all alone out there, like I was surrounded by sharks."
Ruined his whole mentality just to establish dominance