If someone asked you what the most important sporting events in your life are, what would your answer be?
The easy response is to look back to the highest highs you’ve experienced as a fan, such as your favorite team’s championship or the winning of a pennant, and to try and relive those memories as best as possible. For me, it never worked like that. Growing up in Chicago, my formative memories as a child mostly revolve around Michael Jordan and the Bulls, so the first time I got to see him live, in a preseason game in October 1995 (the only online trace of this game is here, a website that seemingly hasn’t been updated since the night of the game), marked a turning point where basketball changed from a casual activity in my driveway into a full-blown obsession.