IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve talked about it often Ã¢â‚¬â€œ that night in February 2003 when I sat under the basket in Trenton to witness a high school LeBron James streaking across the sky, two very definitive things occurred to me.
The first was that I finally had my own Jordan. Someone to follow from the start Ã¢â‚¬â€œ from before the start. I was too young when MJ started, so I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fully appreciate the phenomenon of his career until very late in the game. I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t make that mistake here.
And at the very same moment, I looked around me and realized that I had already lost him, partially to my own whims, which mirrored those around me.