This is a story about me, my brother and 100 hours of “Space Jam.”
I’ve been watching “Space Jam” my entire life — really. The movie came out one month before I was born, and my older brother’s obsession with the film was in full swing by the time I arrived on the scene.
My family’s love for Michael Jordan stretches back even further.
My parents spent roughly a decade in Chicago. This is where they got married, where they had their first child. This is also where Michael Jordan helped the Bulls win three consecutive NBA championships — my dad remembers all of them.
“The whole town went crazy," he told me. "People turned out in droves, burning cars, turning over police cars. It was just bizarre."
Jordan was already a household name for my family, and my dad’s love for him only grew when my family moved to Chapel Hill.
A family friend gave my brother, Alex, a tape of Michael Jordan playing in one of those tournaments. He watched it endlessly. He loved Jordan in the all-consuming way that two-year-old boys love things.