I’ll take you on anywhere you want—the MCI Center, Lavietes Pavilion or a more hallowed court like Harlem’s Rucker Park. Anyplace, anytime.
I’d probably make a fool of myself, but I’m willing to take that chance. I’ll know that at the glorious moment when my off-balance 29-footer falls and I beat you by a final score of one to nine, I will have saved basketball from its addiction to you. I will have saved my Knicks from more misery, the Wizards from having to wait before rebuilding and the city of Chicago from unspeakable torture.
And, just as importantly, I will have saved you from yourself. Barkley will thank me. Years from now, so will you.
Consider my offer. The Real Michael Jordan doesn’t shy away from challenges, not even the dumb ones, does he?
I couldn’t be more serious. I’m in the directory.
Bring it on, Baldie.
Best,
Martin Bell