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When Nothing Else Matters: Michael Jordan's Last Comebackby Michael Leahy
As one of the greatest, most celebrated athletes in history, Michael Jordan conquered professional basketball as no one had before.
As one of the greatest, most celebrated athletes in history, Michael Jordan conquered professional basketball as no one had before. Powered by a potent mix of charisma, nearly superhuman abilities, and a ferocious need to dominate
As one of the greatest, most celebrated athletes in history, Michael Jordan conquered professional basketball as no one had before.
As one of the greatest, most celebrated athletes in history, Michael Jordan conquered professional basketball as no one had before. Powered by a potent mix of charisma, nearly superhuman abilities, and a ferocious need to dominate the game, he won six NBA championships with the Chicago Bulls and captured every basketball award and accolade conceivable before retiring and taking a top executive post with the Washington Wizards. But retirement didn't suit the man who was once king, and at the advanced age of thirty-eight Michael Jordan set out to reclaim the court that had been his dominion. When Nothing Else Matters is the definitive account of Jordan's equally spectacular and disastrous return to basketball. Washington Post writer Michael Leahy reveals the striking contrast between the public Jordan and the man whose personal style alienated teammates and the Washington owner who ousted him.
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Dan McGrath, Chicago Tribune
"Michael Leahy has written a heck of a book....Mr. Leahy combines an unrelenting eye for detail with extraordinary big-picture analysis."
Jon Ward, The Washington Times
"A gripping behind-the-scenes book...an important corrective to our current celebrity culture."
John Marshall, Seattle Post-Intelligencer
"When Nothing Else Matters gives us the best look we are likely to have of Jordan in decline...The result is a richly detailed, anecdote-driven account of one of the most famous men in the world approaching the end of his rope."
Ron Rapoport, Chicago Sun-Times
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When Nothing Else MattersMichael Jordan's Last Comeback
By Michael Leahy
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It began derailing after season one. His world was FUBAR by then. A promising young teammate, Richard Hamilton, had dared to stand up to him in a mutual searing of egos, and found himself traded. The mounting dissension on the team called to mind a word that Michael Jordan and some of his old Chicago Bulls associates exchanged during the Bulls' glory days to describe something or someone gone bad indefinitely. It was a code word, an acronym. FUBAR: Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. By his last season, the Washington Wizards were hopelessly FUBAR.
Michael Jordan's three years in Washington -- about a year and nine months as an official executive and two seasons as a player -- were troubled from the start. Before his comeback began, The Washington Post dispatched me to watch him for an entire season, and much of a second. I valued the experience, even the awfulness, which I hesitate admitting because I realize it sounds peculiar and a little perverse. But if you wanted to know what forces -- money and a sense of entitlement, most of all -- coarsened professional sports in the last gasps of the 20th century and the beginning of the new millennium, it behooved you to have been witness to the Wizards and the Michael Show.
Not everybody around me thought so. The Wizards coach, Doug Collins, called me a "stalker." Someone at my own paper, a sportswriter friend of Jordan, let it be known that he wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't read me. The coolest, savviest person was always Michael Jordan. Looking for a solution to the problem my presence caused, unable to banish me like an irksome teammate, he quietly turned toward his people for a solution, leading one of his publicists to advise me that I would perhaps enjoy more cooperation from Jordan if I could assure her that I would not be writing a book. Besides orchestrating deals and advancing fables, the protectors of a sports god have only a few essential duties: to shelter Him from taxable income and any unseemly truths, not always in that order -- and to keep people like me away. Seduction is part of the game, and writers are often easy prey, anxious to have the cachet that accompanies being regarded as a Jordan favorite.
"He's Jordan's guy," someone would say of a journalist who made it known he was a Jordan friend. You never heard such an admission, or description, outside of sports journalism. No one ever refers to a top political columnist in this country as, say, "Bush's guy" or "Clinton's guy" or "Kerry's guy," because for a political columnist to be regarded as anybody's guy would be the ultimate insult. By contrast, the sports industry is filled with athletes' buddies and mouthpieces.
Michael Jordan offered them the celebrity's form of friendship: small morsels of self-serving information in exchange for the tacit understanding that they'd never write or say anything critical about him. So you didn't read much, say, about how he called a teammate a "faggot."
Understand this: Truth, or complete truth, is a deferred commodity in sports when it comes to idols. It isn't only some of the media that stay quiet. No one is more responsible for hiding truths than a team's management and ownership. The big truths are placed in a lockbox as long as the god makes the franchise a lot of money. And Michael Jordan made a lot of money for a lot of people.
But ownership at least saw a tangible benefit. For the media, the rewards were scant. Jordan sometimes would tell his media favorites about a teammate or club official he'd lost confidence in, or a trade he wanted to see happen. In special cases, he'd invite them to parties. He wouldn't give them much, but they'd be grateful just the same.
The consequence? The consequence is that sometimes sportswriting is a fairy tale, and that you're reading this because you hope it's not.
Now that it is over, I can tell you this: You can have all the money and power in this world, and while it might protect you against all sorts of intrusions, it doesn't insulate you from somebody like me. I am not gleeful about that. It just is. I am the paid voyeur with a press pass following you from city to city, and staring at you in locker rooms and other public settings, and glimpsing too many of your quasi-private moments in hallways, and asking you questions in Wilmington, Washington, Detroit, Cleveland, Chicago, Indianapolis, New Jersey, Houston, Milwaukee, Miami, Phoenix, Minneapolis, Salt Lake City, Boston, Atlanta, San Antonio, Philadelphia, L.A., New York, Dallas, Everywhere, and who has nothing to lose if my omnipresence has come to make you uncomfortable.
Nothing to lose is the key. A subject can't possess a hold over you, can't be allowed to block you from writing what you know by hinting that he'll never talk to you again if you cross him. There can't be anything the celebrated athlete can take away from you -- notably special access to him. I had nothing special, and so nothing to lose. It freed me. How did it work each night? people ask me, and I never know how to answer that, because I never really abided by any of the norms -- the protocol, the emphasis on limiting the number of questions that weren't about the game that evening, the silly deference to officials dissembling, the interest in numbing questions about that "turning point" in the second half, the discretion not to ask anything the subject didn't want posed, the nodding of a head to some babble being spouted by a self-serving coach, the complicity of some of the media in what was seldom more than a public relations exercise by that coach, that star, the Washington Wizards executives and NBA officials.
It was that babble that so offended, and that babble that triggered the urge to know what was really happening.
Copyright © 2004 by Michael Leahy
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Meet the Author
Michael Leahy is a staff writer for The Washington Post and The Washington Post Magazine. The recipient of numerous awards for journalistic excellence, Leahy has been honored with the selection of his stories for the 2001, 2002, 2003, and 2004 editions of The Best American Sports Writing anthologies. He lives outside Washington, D.C.
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Michael Leahy does a great job in this book. The story has no gaping holes, and the author doesn't just create another book that goes, 'O my goodness he is so amazing he jumped five feet above the rim and dunked it... blah blah blah' This book does a good job unveiling Jordan the man instead of Jordan the icon. We see him in a totally new, more honest light as the book progresses. Leahy does a good job linking year 1 and year 2 of Jordan's comeback, and it showed the ups and downs of the first season, and the flat, uninteresting, undramatic, and sad, ending to Jordan's tremendous career. Myself believing Jordan was an indestructable figure in sports found myself considering whether truly Jordan understood what it meant to play in the NBA during this comeback - he just wasn't good enough, especially the second season. Nagging injuries and old age grounded Jordan, and Jordan presumed that everyone would still love him despite it. He was wrong. Overall, the book is very well written.
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Best Michale jordan book ever in history of my family
This was a very good book
I admit I've always been a big Michael Jordan fan. I still am a big fan of the guy too. This book explores some of the darker qualities of MJ, but they are characteristics (flaws?) which each of us possess to some extent. The book is very well written and makes many excellent points throughout. There are a few places where the author defends MJ by digging a little deeper. I admire that effort by the author. If your a fan you'll still be a fan after reading this. If you don't like MJ there really isn't enough new information here to make you dislike him even more. I admire the author for being generally very fair and doing his homework.
In this book Michael Leahy a journalist for the Washington post was assigned to follow and take into account Michael Jordan's final two years playing in the NBA, His final comeback after retiring for a couple years. The story takes the reader from game to game, locker room to locker room, interview to interview, and bus to bus. Leahy portrays Michael Jordan the man apposed to many other books about Jordan who only deify and idolize him. This book definitely makes Jordan look more like the rest of us. It shows how he can make mistakes just like you or me, his conceit, his loneliness, short temper, and most of all his frustration. It tells a story of a man who wants to return to his past glory, a story of a man who once had the world on his shoulders but now has nothing. At first it might seem like this story is just ripping on Jordan, but its not. Leahy also tells a story of a man who has more passion for something than any other person I have ever heard of. It shows a man whose heart wouldn't let him quit, a man who would push his body to the limit to do what he loved. This book can definitely show us that we are all human and that we all make mistakes. Even the great Michael Jordan can have his melt downs, but it also shows us what humans truly are. It shows us that everybody can have a bad day and not everyone is perfect. I liked the fact that this book shows the true side of Jordan, someone that I and many other people can probably relate to. The mistakes Jordan makes in this book are mistakes any one in the world would make no matter who they are. The things he says are things we all may have caught our selves saying now and then. This book makes me respect Jordan a lot more because now I know for one that he is in fact only a man and for how much he pursued something he loved. There are also a few things I dint like about this book. The first thing is that for some reason I believe Leahy has some kind of grudge against Jordan. Most of this book reflects the negative side of Jordan's final two years and I can't help to wonder that there's got to be something He did that was positive. The other is that Leahy puts himself in the story too much. Many parts of the story are him talking about what he did with Michael or conversations he had. This book is about Michael Jordan not Michael Leahy. Any fan of Michael Jordan or even basketball should check this book out. If you can get past all the negative things said about Jordan and look at his drive and passion you will see him for not only a man but a man with incredible will.
Washington Post staff writer Michael Leahy was assigned to follow basketball icon Michael Jordan during his two-year return to basketball with the Washington Wizard. Leahy took on the task of flying around the nation, observing practices, talking to former and current players and observed the environment surrounding the world¿s greatest basketball star. Leahy takes the reader into the ¿tube¿ surrounding Jordan, called that by the author to describe the isolation that Jordan lived in and how he allowed people in it or removed them from his life. The term ¿tube¿ is fitting as the basketball icon did not live a bubble, a bubble could burst at any moment. Jordan¿s tube was created by him, filled with those who he trusted and those who turned on him were forced out. This is not a book about how ¿the great one¿ returned to grace the hardwood and once again save the day for the NBA, David Stern and the lowly Washington Wizards. ¿When Nothing Else Matters: Michael Jordan¿s Last Comeback¿ is a straight-forward look into the ego-maniacal world of a basketball star who regretted retiring, again, an athlete who failed as a basketball executive and then utilized all his power to orchestrate his return, his rehabilitation and eventual exit. While Jordan exercised his will during his below-average return to the Wizards, it was Washington owner, Abe Pollin, who had the final laugh, refusing to allow Jordan to return to the organization¿s front office after Jordan filled the MCI Center for 82 consecutive sold-out home games. Jordan had met his match, not on the basketball court, but in the NBA executive circles. The basketball icon failed to follow the golden rule of ¿Remember who you step on the way up the corporate ladder, you may see them on your way down.¿ Leahy does not bow down to the king of round ball, raising him to new found heights all in the hopes of entering the tube with the allure of writing a book about Jordan. Instead, Leahy¿s book proves that the basketball emperor has no clothes. His factual accounts could not appear in the pages of two of the most popular sports magazine who paid homage to the player ad nausea and would never appear in an authorized biography due to the required pasteurization demanded by the star. Instead, Leahy was allowed to do his job as a journalist for one of the most respected daily newspapers in the nation and relay his findings to the reader, both in newspaper print and fortunately for the reader, in ¿When Nothing Else Mattered: Michael Jordan¿s Last Comeback.¿
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Have read sample was not the best if you really like him u will for shure you will love it but kind if good
This is the best book ever, I mean ever written on Micheal Jordan. Micheal Leahy gives one of the best behind the scenes look ever on any player, especially Jordan. Is most definitely a 'MUST READ' book, and I most certainly recommend it. Is a 10 out of 10 in rating.
this book is a fantastic book for any michael jordan fan. you know what scratch that a good book for andybody who enjoys a good book. it really made me see the man behind the man. i had no idea the love this man truly had for the game until i read it. i can only say that michael jordan will forever have my respect as a real man.
Like his previous offerings on Michael Jordan, Washington Post writer Michael Leahy's book is a testament to the author himself, intelligent, literate and highly conscious. Through Leahy's work, we see a Michael Jordan who is by turns homophonic, profane, philandering and lonely, a man for whom, Leahy argues, only games seem to matter. More than just a chronicle of Jordan's last comeback, this is an examination of a culture in which even prestige reporters cheer athletes on and the public is left holding the bag. And that's why Leahy deserves acclaim (His writing has been a fixture in the Best of American Sports Writing books for the last fours years, not to mention the subject of numerous awards). For unlike his Post colleague Michael Wilbon, a man of much lesser talent as a writer and reporter who has expressed dislike to Leahy's reporting, Leahy is a journalist's journalist whose work we are all better for, made more hip to the game.