It Took Just 3 Minutes Of 'The Last Dance' To Remind Me Why I Fucking Hate The Chicago Bulls And Michael Jordan

3 minutes that's all it took. All the anxiousness for this to start. All the excitement to have a basketball - the love of my life - on our screens for 10 episodes. All just went away with that clip. Less than 3 minutes. THREE MINUTES! That's all it took. That's all it took to remember that this team, this duo, this man Michael Jordan ruined my childhood. He ruined the NBA as I knew it. He never let me have happiness. 

I've said it so many times and you obviously know I'm a Knicks fan. I turn 33 here shortly so I grew up in the 90s. Basketball has been the love of my life pretty much the moment I was born and my old man put me in front of the TV to watch games with him. I learned to read thanks to him reading me the sports page. All I cared about was basketball and the Knicks were my first love. That's what happens when you're born in Jersey and your entire family has only lived in Jersey. 

Patrick Ewing. John Starks. Anthony Mason. Charles Oakley. Doc Rivers. Derek Harper. Greg Anthony. That was my childhood. And one man ruined that over and over and over and over again. Michael fucking Jordan. Listen, I respect him now. I understand how great he was. I understand how important he was and is, all that bullshit. But I fucking hate him because my happiness >>>>> Jordan's greatness. 

And that dunk. That fucking dunk. It's everywhere. I close my eyes and I still can picture Scottie Pippen lining it up. I get that this is all about remembering Jordan and we're cised to be watching sports. But all I can think about is how much these guys ripped my heart out. It took 3 minutes to remember that. It took 3 minutes for that feeling of excitement to go the fuck away and anger come back up. 

This is pretty much how I've felt my entire life in a gif form: