…David Greenwood, Ricky Sobers and co. were who the Bulls consisted of. I loved the way Sobers shot the ball and to this day my uncle calls me “Rick” because I used to try to shoot like Sobers. My father would take me to all the Bulls games because my uncle worked security at the Old Stadium (gate 3 1/2 by the parking lot for those of you who remember the old place) and he’d let us in the games for free. Then one Fall evening in 1984 in a nearly empty Chicago Stadium when the Bulls played the Washington Bullets, I saw a skinny kid wearing #23 for the Bulls and he had a flair unlike any player I’d seen to that point.

Then two games later the Bulls played the Milwaukee Bucks and I remember Jordan scoring 37 in that game and #23 instantly became my favorite player. I look back on those times now and realize that’s what I enjoyed most. I was only 9 when Jordan was a rookie, but I knew then that I’d be fortunate enough to see the career of a special player and one day experience the joy of winning (cause Lord knows the Bulls were losing in the early 80’s…LOL).

I read about these people who became Bulls fans in the 90’s when the Bulls were winning and I submit that they missed the best part about being Bulls fans. Seeing early Michael Jordan was a treat.