Mike Francesa Thinking George Karl Coached The Jazz When MJ Ripped Their Hearts Out In The 98 Finals Is Peak Francesa

I LOVE seeing Mike in full Mailtime mode. He knows he has less than a year left on the radio and he’s not going to even pretend like he knows everything anymore. On one side you have those Jazz teams were Stockton and Malone running pick and roll, Jeff Hornacek rubbing his face like a psychopath before free throws, and Jerry Sloan orchestrating it all from the sideline in fucking UTAH. On the other side you had George Karl coaching up Gary Payton, Shawn Kemp, and Detlef motherfucking Schrempf filling the cylinder on of the all-time great NBA Jam squads and coolest logos/jerseys of the 90s. You can’t get much different than the Jazz and the SuperSonics back in the day. George Karl did not burn every professional bridge he ever built to get confused with Jerry Sloan.

Plus the MJ shot is I don’t know, THE most memorable shot in basketball history? The best player ever leaving on top with a game-winning shot. But this is why we love Mike. Not because of what he knows. But of what he doesn’t know. Or care to know. And how he yells at everybody and is cocky as fuck because he knows he’s The Pope. Resumes, longevity, ratings, paychecks, Mink Man. Pope stay the Pope, even if he doesn’t know the difference between George Karl and Jerry Sloan. I will miss him convincing us he knows all about the NBA just as much as I will miss him telling us about Duh Kid from (Insert College Here) that’s going to be an absolute stahhh in the NFL. I’m still holding onto my Dexter McCluster stock just in case Mike was right about him. Numbah One forevah.