30 years ago, Michael Jordan was walking in public in Barcelona. Just above him on the sidewalk, a—for the time absolutely giant billboard of himself going at the rim.
This was probably the last time ever that MJ was able to be in public like that. Imagine.
Three decades and counting of either living in rooms with very few people, or in acres with very few people. Otherwise, just people yelling and screaming at you.
Imagine the alienation. Thinking of jumping real quick to that coffee place, just to enjoy a cup, a sandwich and a stool in a cozy corner, like I just did this morning? Nope. Never ever again in your life can you afford that simple pleasure.
He’s been handling this curse pretty well. I think I would have lost it. Freedom >>>>