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I hated Michael Jordan growing up. That baldheaded jerk with his tongue out made me cringe when he stepped on the court. And like many fans of NBA teams other than Jordan’s Chicago Bulls, it was hard to argue why your team was better. From Barkley to Malone to Ewing to Reggie Miller, all these greats of the 90′s don’t have a championship ring thanks to number 23. It’s been over a decade since he’s worn that Bulls jersey (I won’t even consider his time with the Wizards admissible to his resume) but I still hate him.

Tonight, Jordan will be honored along with other greats (John Stockton, David Robinson, Jerry Sloan, C. Vivian Stringer) to become a member of the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. His stats don’t lie including five MVP’s, six championships and 14 All-Star selections, but I didn’t even need to mention them did I?

Today the numbers associated with “His Air-Ness” have more to deal with his sneakers, but his contribution to the game is unmatched. The way athletes in general are marketed is thanks to this guy. So for once, hesitantly I give MJ his props.  And how cliche of me to say I don’t like him but I respect him. But by tomorrow, I will resume my undying hate for the guy as I resume my role as a depressed, wait for it – Knicks fan.

And for the record, if Jordan is on “The Dunk” poster, by definition, he’s considered “posterized.”