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- SPORT, Page 47Yo, Michael! You're the Best!
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- Jordan rises -- and rises -- to the occasion, removing the last
- shadow of imperfection from his peerless career
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- By Richard Stengel
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- Modern life suffers from the Mona Lisa complex, the idea that
- when you finally see a legendary work of art, it inevitably
- disappoints, appearing somehow smaller and less awe inspiring
- than you had imagined it. Except Michael Jordan.
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- Jordan, whose gleaming visage is probably more familiar to
- American kids than that of Leonardo's lady, is an icon that
- grows more revered by the day. Millions more people have seen
- him pushing Nike Air Jordans, Pepsi and Wheaties than performing
- magic -- make that outperforming Magic -- on a basketball court.
- But all the commercial hype and publicity fade away when he
- does play, for Michael Jordan is the artwork and the artist,
- the poem and the poet. He reinvents the sport every time he
- rises -- and rises -- into the air. He plays the game without
- cliche.
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- When Jordan led the Chicago Bulls to their first N.B.A.
- championship last week in a lopsided 4-1 series against the Los
- Angeles Lakers, he removed the last shadow on a peerless career:
- the notion that great players who never win a title are somehow
- less great than those who do. In truth, brilliant individual
- players are not always brilliant team players, and that is why
- their teams do not always win championships. But in conquering
- the Lakers, Jordan did the very thing that is often hardest for
- a virtuoso talent: he used his genius to raise the talents of
- those around him.
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- Countless odes have been sung to Jordan's uncanny,
- unearthly, preternatural ability to defy gravity. Rightly so,
- for airborne wizardry is what makes Jordan the apotheosis of the
- playground player, the supreme performer who unites hard-court
- fundamentals with the improvisational creativity of the
- blacktop. Pardon the pretentiousness, but Jordan's artistry
- fuses the classic and the romantic.
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- But amid the oohing and aahing over his impossible dunks,
- something important is usually overlooked: Jordan's passing. In
- the grammar of basketball, passes are verbs. More than that,
- passing is a form of altruism, the unselfishness that transforms
- an agglomeration of individuals into a cohesive unit. Superb
- offensive players are rarely good passers. They appear
- narcissistic, locked inside their own talent. Elgin Baylor, Earl
- Monroe, Jerry West, Julius Erving often seemed alone on the
- court with the ball, solo artists in a team sport.
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- Jordan showed that he is much more. In the final minutes
- of last week's final game, it was Michael's sharp assists to
- guard John Paxson, not his 30 spectacular points, that won the
- day and the series. Jordan's passing violates two sacrosanct
- rules: don't go up in the air unless you know what you're going
- to do there, and don't throw the ball crosscourt. Jordan
- invariably found the open man because he has a map of the court
- and all its players inside his head (he majored in geography at
- North Carolina). He knows that a pass to someone less strong can
- make the team stronger.
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- Yet when you are an unstoppable force in basketball,
- selfishness too is a virtue. Jordan also knows this, and that
- is why he stopped and popped with 3.4 seconds left in Game 3 to
- tip the contest into overtime. That is what the best player in
- the game is supposed to do.
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- Like Leonardo, Michael Jordan is now his own greatest
- competition. When you make the miraculous routine, the merely
- superb becomes ordinary. Audiences feel cheated unless Jordan
- pulls off one of those twisting, soaring dunks that are living
- proof of post-Newtonian physics. Now that he has won an N.B.A.
- championship, he doesn't really have anything left to prove --
- except, of course, that he can do it again.
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