Michael Jackson? The King of Pop ? And not Jamy! Today, we are looking at the namesake of the late master of music in the 80s, a little known player (at the height of his career stats) but whom we wanted to celebrate at TrashTalk on this beautiful day. Without any hard feelings MJ, we slipped a few dedications to please you.
A well-stocked list for Micky please, that’s what it would have looked like if he had been anything other than a bench driver, as they say in the lingo. But don’t panic, it’s not all Black Or White, we still welcome an academic year that won an NCAA title alongside Patrick Ewing, in fashion Beat It against the Houston Cougars. Then, as the saying goes, Don’t Stop Till’ You Get Enough : direction the National Basketball Association for the neo-champion of the sideboard. Unfortunately, bad luck for Patoche’s friend, who will not be called until the 47th this evening in June 1984, sent to Sacramento after Thriller who will first send him to New York with his ex-comrade-in-arms before finally branching off to California.
We’re Almost There, November 6, 1987, NBA game against the neighbors of Golden State. Against the rival Sac-Town team, MJ will step on one of the Grand League floors for the first time, a privilege reserved for a handful of elected officials. Too Young unfortunately, Michael will be content to accompany this serenade that was this first professional match for him, confining himself to two small baskets in 19 minutes of play. A first which will certainly remain in his memory as one of his most beautiful memories. We’Ve Got A Good Thing Going : little by little, the man enters the rotation, being satisfied with crumbs certainly, but really part of the workforce. But all history comes to an end. End of the 1989-1990 season, Bad news for the man from Fairfax, Virginia. The Kings cut him off, and here stops the NBA epic for one of those countless shadow players whose names we forget but who are essential for the league to continue its eternal spectacle.
Dear Michael, you’re one of the people the public doesn’t know. On the other hand, your passage in the biggest league of the most beautiful sport of all, him, is marked well with the indelible ink in the history books. So happy birthday, Michael.
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