Michael Jordan had not expected things to end like this.
He had overestimated his influence.
It was also hard for him to accept this outcome.
Just two years ago, in the summer of 1994, fresh from playing baseball, Michael Jordan could walk tall into Reinsdorf's office and lay down one irresistible condition after another.
And Reinsdorf could do nothing but nod in agreement, even if the condition was to trade Roger.
Now what? Those damned bastards were actually wishing him well, with an attitude of "take it or leave it" regarding the contract!
Michael Jordan realized he had completely lost control of the situation.
The privileges of the basketball god were gone for good.
In the past, his unmatched commercial value and one championship after another gave him the right to do as he pleased.
Among those rights was the ability to severely disrespect the general manager and owner.
He could call the two Jerrys sons of bitches and still take a large sum of money from their hands.
