The best way to describe the Bulls of that era is to steal a bit from Marvel. They were beyond good. They were inevitable. You never ever felt like you had the best of them. Being ahead in a game felt like keeping their seat warm and being ahead in a series didn't feel like having an advantage. it felt like being on the precipice of history. They were undeniable. They had answers for every question and contingencies for anything anyone could throw at them. They could beat anyone, anywhere. Home and Away meant nothing.
At the center of it all was him. I will never as long as I live see an athlete as undeniable as him. Supporting a team he devoured was like being psychotic. It broke you every year.
When my dad was a young man, he used to be wild and out of control. Fighting, drinking, fucking, all of that. We used to ask him why he was like that, and his answer was simple. "It didn't matter, I was going to die in Vietnam". Supporting an NBA team in the mid 90's was the same way, superficially. Had a good season? You're going to lose to Chicago. Best team you've ever seen in your shirt? You're going to lose to Chicago. In October, you knew what was going to happen in June. It would have been freeing, if it wasn't so god damn inevitable. All roads led to the meat grinder.
It can never be overstated how horrific they were.
