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As a kid in the 90s there were a few athletes that ruled my world. The NBA, in particular, had players that I loved. Penny Hardaway, Larry Johnson, Allen Iverson, Patrick Ewing, Larry Bird, Grant Hill, but most of all Michael Jordan.
The Chicago Bulls of the 1990s were a force to be reckoned with. They seemed unstoppable and I remember loving watching highlights of them on NBA Inside Stuff. I would pretend to be Michael Jordan or Scottie Pippen playing basketball. I remember having an issue of Sports Illustrated from that 1998 season that had all kinds of photos from the games and I took a photo of Dennis Rodman diving to the sidelines for a rebound and hung it in my room.
When I was a kid we didn't have cable until I was much older, so I wasn't able to regularly watch NBA games, but whenever I could consume basketball I would.
Now that The Last Dance is streaming on Netflix (I missed it on the ESPN run) I am fully obsessed. I even looked up to see if I could buy a 1992 USA Men's basketball jersey. You can totally get them from the NBA Store, but my obsession level hasn't lead to me buying one just yet.
The nostalgia from this is big. The interviews with the players, coaches, and staff are amazing. I highly recommend streaming it and getting fully sucked in.