Every year the New York Knicks get slammed for bein’ one of the worst run organizations in sports and rightfully so. You even hear boyz blastin’ the 76ers in the same breath. However, for some strange reason the Chicago Bulls have been gettin’ away with murder of fan hope, grand larceny for stealin’ boyz bread, felony foolishness of silly trades and for just plain’ bein’ stupid in the front office.
With the exception of about 9 years the Bulls have been a dumpster fire durin’ it’s entire existence. From about 1989-1998 Chicago was were worth watchin’. Even durin’ the three years in that time period that they didn’t win a title they were good enough to watch. Thank Phil, Scottie and Mike for that. Otherwise, they’ve been a complete embarrassment to the city.
Don’t get it twisted playa, even though I cover the Pacers, I grew up 10 minutes from the southside of Chicago in The G so I’ve been followin’ the Bulls easy since 1975-76!!! I can remember when they had duns like Jerry Sloan, Norm Van Lier, Bob Love, Scott May, Artis Gilmore and ole dull gunnin’ Reggie Theus!! The Bulls were so bad that you could bring your sneakers to the game and run the point in the third quarter if you knew your state capitals and could count to 135. They were terrible!! The old Chicago Stadium would be empty.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The DePaul Blue Demons were the ticket in Chicago bruh not the darn Bulls! Duns like Mark Aguirre, Terry Cummings, Teddy Grubbs, Clyde Bradshaw and Skip Dillard were the cats everybody wanted to be when they were playin’ outside, not the sorry tail Bulls. And that’s the edited version! They got more love on the streets and at the clubs than the freakin’ Bulls.
If it hadn’t been the Bulls draftin’ Scottie Pippen in 1987 and hirin’ Phil in ’89 the Bulls would have been the same dumpster fire we’d been watchin’ for the decades before and the decades afterwards. Boyz are sittin’ around readin’ this joint and think that I’m dissin’ Jordan. Naw playa, I watched them draft Mike in 1984 when I was a junior in high school! Even with Mike they were trash!! Mike didn’t change anything bruh! They were still gettin’ the brakes beaten off of them but he was scorin’ a ton of points and gunnin’!!! They were barely makin’ the playoffs winnin’ anywhere from 30 to 38 games and losin’ in the first round. So Mike didn’t make them winners bruh.
It wasn’t until Scottie showed up that they actually got out of the first round! Then Phil was the cherry on top in ’89 that they needed to finally become worth watchin’. In 1991 they rattled off three straight titles. MJ took a break for a year and a half and they rattled off three more.
Then for some brain fart Jerry Riensdorf and ole dull Jerry Krouse decided that it was a great idea to dismantle a team that had just fired off 6 championships in 8 years in a organization that had been terrible it’s ENTIRE existence. They’ve been nothin’ short of trash ever since with the exception of a couple of years.
Sure, they drafted the hometown hero Derrick Rose and lived on that hype until it withered away with his confidence due to injuries. But how many drafts have we sat through where they’ve added nothin’ but guards year after year after year. They had so many guards at one point that I thought it was the summer league.
Then once they finally found a coach with some heart in Tom Thibodeau they fired him because he was too hard on the players. He was workin’ boyz too hard so they say. If that foolishness wasn’t enough they traded the only hope they’ve had since Derrick Rose, Jimmy Butler, to the Timberwolves for a some Now and Laters, a grape pop and some ole stale Funions on draft night.
Chicago would be in the conversation as one of the worse organizations in basketball history if the the Bulls had drafted Sam Bowie instead of Michael Jeffrey on June 19, 1984. For some reason boyz knowin’ that Bowie wasn’t what they thought he was saved the Bulls from bein’ one of the worst organizations in history. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!