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“Miami Heat rookie Will Burton blocked one of Jordan’s shots and started taunting Jordan, who was bothered by the flu and was to some extent coasting through the game. Sophomore Glen Rice chimed in , saying the Heat were going to embarrass Jordan on his home court. This was not smart. It seemed to revive him. Jordan stole the ball from Burton and dunked after the Heat had pulled within 1, 96-95. Then Jordan blocked an Alec shot and hit Pippen for a break away lay up. Jordan then stole the ball from Sherman Douglas, was fouled, and hit two free throws. Suddenly the Bulls were ahead by 7 with two minutes to go and the game was over.

Miami coach Ron Rothstein told Burton and Rice after the game to never speak to Jordan again.”

Other than myself, demotivational posters, and random females the thing that gets mentioned most in this humble little blog of mine is a man by the name of Michael Jordan. I have written extensively about why I have nothing but love and respect for the greatest to ever play in the NBA. Hell, I have never tried to pattern myself after anyone else but Mr Twenty Three. His work ethic, his professional approach to basketball, the awareness on and off the court, the desire, the fierce competitive fire that burns right through to his soul.

He searched for a reason to bury you, he dared you to challenge him and once you did he would stick a dagger into your heart.

And yet, he still had that family friendly image. He endorsed Gatorade, Coca Cola, Hanes, Nike and even Wheaties. Somehow, he even made hanging your tongue out cool.

Michael Jordan is my role model. Simple as that.

(Editor’s note: Don’t you dare compare anyone to him. I’m looking at you Kobe Bryant).

Just for the record: I'm a huge fan of Kobe, but no. Just no.

Sorry for all the non basketball fans that just had to read the above paragraph. I have recently finished reading the excellent Michael Jordan based book: The Jordan Rules by Sam Smith of the Chicago Tribune and felt the need to pay tribute to the man who epitomises professional basketball excellence.

Another reason I felt compelled to write about Mr Jordan was probably because I had my own tongue wagging during my shift at the Ritz yesterday. First off, working at the Ritz isn’t extremely hard, but being a cinema attendant isn’t as easy as it’s made out to be either. I was sprinting around on a bad hamstring for most of the night doing my part to make sure that paying patrons wouldn’t be overcome with the sight of popcorn and other unruly objects scattered on the cinema floor.

I leave it all at work, that’s probably why I’m always drained afterwards.

Anywho, on to the next one:

September 12th ’01

My thoughts go out to all who were affected by the 9/11 attacks nine years ago.

I have a very vivid recollection of what unfolded after the attacks on American soil nine years ago and that’s what I’ll be writing about today. I was a kid, with no knowledge about the concepts of terrorism, this was how it unfolded for me.

His eyes opened wide and ten year old Isaac sprang out of bed. Opening the door of his wardrobe, he reached for the red polo shirt and grey trousers he wore to school. He was changed in seconds and made his way to the bathroom, toilet business over, he went to the living room preparing to tune in to Cheez TV, a morning of Dragon Ball Z and Pokemon would be what got him in the mood for school.

Turning on Channel 10, he was surprised to see Ron Wilson anchoring the news. Cheez Tv should have started by now, he sat down on the couch and watched. Fifteen minutes later, he realised that Cheez Tv would not be on this morning, something bad had gone down.

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The 9:00am bell rang and 5/6KM sat down on the carpet facing their two teachers. Their were solemn expressions on their faces.

Teacher: As most of you will know, a catastrophic event unfolded in the United States of America…

The two teachers worked in tandem, trying to convey the impact of such an event to a bunch of ten and eleven year olds.

After their explanation, they asked the kids if they had any questions. A few hands shot up in the air, including the hand of Isaac.

Teacher: Yes Isaac?

Isaac: Why don’t the police just throw all these terrorists in jail? What they is a crime, isn’t that where they belong?

The two teachers exchanged a look, a look that Isaac couldn’t comprehend at the time.

Teacher: Well…it isn’t that simple.

Until next time folks! Stay classy!