No matter who is brought up, none can compare to the dominance of combination Shaq and Kobe. If only they stayed together and resolved their alpha male differences, the duo could have attained more than eight championships in their respected careers.
Believe it or not, his most imposing coup had nothing to do with his six championship rings and six Finals MVP awards, five regular season MVP awards, 33-point career playoff average, and ten scoring titles.
This weekend is NBA Commissioner David Stern's last NBA All-Star Game where he will sit in the driver's seat in the same manner that astronaut Neil Armstrong sat in the commander's seat of Apollo 11.
As the congratulatory wishes come in to mark the 50th birthday of Michael Jordan, one the greatest basketball players of all time, I am struck by the iconic image of MJ in flight and what it represents for all of us.
Michael Jordan turns 50 on Sunday causing lots of people to mouth off about who is better, among Jordan, LeBron James, and Kobe Bryant. Does it really matter?
James, frustrated with the comparisons, took to Twitter on Wednesday morning to voice his opinion on the situation.
This nation is obsessed with rankings. Who is best? Who is number one? Who should be number one? So it should not come as a shock that there are a lot of people who have decided that now is a good time to conjure up a Micheal Jordan vs. LeBron James debate.
So far the Lakers' season is nothing more than a failure, a bust, a sham in the eyes of every Los Angeles fan that hasn't jumped on the Clippers bandwagon by now.
Unlike most 7 footers with a knuckle set full of gold, John Sally opted not to open a car wash with his NBA loot, but rather to invest in a way of life, one he believes in so strongly, he kicked his daughter out of the house for not following.
Muhammad Ali was the GREATEST of all time, at punching men into unconsciousness. Michael Jordan for human flight, Gretzky for hockey, The Babe for hitting, Julia Child for sautéing. Rampal for flute.
Whether by wearing baggy shorts, dazzling the crowd with mid-air-magic, sticking out his tongue, or his lethal fade away, no one was a trendsetter quite like Michael Jordan. What would have been the byproduct of Jordan signing with Adidas, instead of Nike, 28 years ago?
Livestrong can survive the loss of Lance. It just needs to strike while the iron is hot and spread its identity well beyond one man.
We must all remember that the president can still look for inspiration to Abraham Lincoln in 1864, Bill Clinton in 1996, and Michael Jordan in game five of the 1997 playoffs.
To those, like me, who were in attendance in Barcelona during the 1992 Olympics, the bronze medalists, a.k.a. "The Other Dream Team," stole the show.
It is truly difficult to describe the feeling and energy at a Ryder Cup. It is as if the world's biggest events collided into each other to create one huge all-world celebration.
No one wants to form a partnership with a celebrity who ends up in a line up or caught up in a host of other brand damning by association situations. So why is Lance Armstrong and Livestrong still a smart move for a plethora of potential partners?