Right Here, Right Now | Fat Boy Slim

I watched the last episode of the Last Dance and cried.

But to be honest, I cried less than five minutes into the first episode too.

I just fucking love Michale Jordan, The Bulls, and Chicago.

Growing up in Chicago in the 80’s and 90’s with the Bulls was fucking magic. And this series brought that magic back to life…and all of little things that made me feel close to Michael Jordan.

I played basketball. My dad was 6’6” and wore and earring, just like Michael. His father was named James Jordan, just like Michael’s dad. My mom, Juana, grew up on the south side and so did Jordan’s wife Juanita. All of these little things that didn’t really mean anything meant so much because I could connect them to Michael.

I’ve always said Chicago is the best city in the world and meant it. And I’m sure the fact that I grew up with The Bulls as my team had so much to do with it. Because Chicago was home to the best basketball team that ever existed. Because Chicago was home to the greatest athlete the world had ever seen. And no matter how much you love basketball, The Bulls, or Michael, it could never match the fucking pride you felt being a Chicagoan at that time.

The Last Dance, was fucking game changer. Because for five weeks it brought my love for Chicago, The Bulls, and Michael, back to the forefront of my life. It made me feel like some of the most magical moments of my past were right here, right now.