When I was a kid, I had the good fortune of growing up outside of Chicago during the 90’s. Back then, Chicago was the basketball capital of the world. We were title town, home of the Bulls and Michael Jordan. The first time I got to see MJ play ball I was 6 years old. I almost started crying I was so happy to see him play. I saw him play 5 more times before he retired in 1998, and each time it was a magical experience, the electricity that filled the United Center was contagious. It made you proud to be from Chicago, proud to simply be present and witness what may never be seen again in sports. Happy Birthday MJ, thanks for being the fiercest ball player ever and the opportunity to witness history every time you stepped on the court.