As a child, I awaited for February to come. It meant one thing: Air Jordans. It was that time of the year that Mike released another roman numeral to succeed the last. You knew a commercial would come; you would only guess what type of theme he would use. Would it be funny? Maybe it would be one of inspiration, highlighting his magnificent career. All I knew was once All-Star weekend came around, I had to beg for a pair to be the coolest at school. The sad part was my parents couldn’t afford them, so I had to see years and years of releases pass me by.
