Full disclosure: As a diehard Duke basketball fan growing up in North Carolina during the ’80s and ’90s, unlike the rest of my classmates — and pretty much the rest of the world’s population — I did not at all “wanna be like Mike.”
No, I despised the attention that former UNC great Michael Jordan received — so much so that I boycotted Gatorade immediately following the first time that I had to watch that famous commercial. I never watched Space Jam. And I refused to ever wear any article of clothing that included MJ’s silhouette.