I have to be honest, the feeling never gets old. Walking into Chicago’s United Center on a cold winter night, you know that one thing is certain: no matter what happens on the court, you can always look up and be taken back to the glory days of six…SIX championship seasons. Those banners hanging from the rafters are a constant reminder, for all who enter the UC, of one of sport’s greatest dynasties. And if those championship banners aren’t enough, allow your eyes to move from side to side and you’ll also be treated to countless conference championship banners, a record setting season banner (72-10), and banners honoring three of the greatest – Michael, Scottie and Phil. Now don’t get me wrong, you can also see some really neat banners dedicated to the Blackhawks, but aside from the 14 people who care about hockey, the United Center will forever be known as “The House that Michael Built”….I mean he’s got a fucking statue outside of the building! Next June will be ten years since the Bulls last hoisted the championship trophy. Ten long years since Bull’s fans last sipped champagne. Ten long years since the likes of Ahmad Rashad kissed Michael’s ass….errr…interviewed Michael on the post game stage.
And while the memories of those championship seasons, and the seasons leading up to them will never fade…the winter gets pretty cold in Chicago when your team is off to an 0-4 start. I think most Chicagoan’s will agree that John Paxson and Scott Skiles have done wonders bringing the Bulls back from the depths of the NBA’s cellar. Taking a team of youngsters from bottom feeders to a playoff team is no small feat. Taking them to the next level is proving even tougher. Now the man here in charge at MTAC will tell you that I’m simply being a spoiled fan, that I’ve got enough championships to last a lifetime, and that all he wants is one! And to that I’ll simply respond that way I’ve always responded: Bullshit!
One is never enough. No sports fan will ever be satisfied with one championship. It’s like a drug…once you get a little, you simply want more. Ten years is a long time, almost an eternity to a sports fan. But we’ll leave the real eternity articles until next summer when we once again walk into the beautiful ivy covered walls of Wrigley for our 100 year drought celebration.