Every time DeMar DeRozan goes to the line in the United Center, he is serenaded with MVP chants. Certain NBA numbers-mongers would say that he has virtually no chance of winning, towered over by several big men who are all having better seasons. But DeRozan, who has been brilliantly carrying a Bulls team hobbled not only by the franchises's traditional suite of knee injuries but also missing two players who broke their wrists after getting clotheslined at the rim, has cemented himself as a Chicago sports legend by getting as close to replicating Michael Jordan's offensive game as humanly possible at the exact moment that the city has been thrown into a Jordan-crazed reverie by a ten hour documentary where ESPN let him swill tequila and say fuck at his myriad basketball enemies when they are shown to him on an iPad.
Bulls Fans Have Been Waiting Nearly 25 Years For A Guy To Do Turnaround Jumpers Again
