
Listen, Brandt. Or Brand. Or Brad. Or jerk off. You want the greatest off all time to play a game of 21 against a guy who is only famous for playing piss poor defense? And during halftime of a D-league game? Not even a NBA game. This isn't some kid with down syndrome living out his dream. This is MJ. Air Jordan. His Airness. I'll be damned if I see my favorite athlete and childhood hero have to sink to that level to make some piece of shit owner pleased. I'd like to get a couple clean shots at every coach I've ever had but you won't find me walking into the gym during a mills game to throw some punches. And it also clear that Bryon Russell needs money. That game 6 was really all he had in life. I mean I wasn't sure if his name was Bryon or Byron until I wrote this story. I guess that's a price you pay when your sad mug has been on my wall for the past 10 years as MJ stabs every Jazz fan in the heart.
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