| 3 years ago||
History is littered with similar stories about Jordan. This is one of the PG rated versions that could get into print.
|THE INNER CIRCLE stays behind, gathered in Suite 27, just across the concourse from the executive offices. They've all been around for years, some from the very beginning. Estee Portnoy is here, and George. Rod Higgins and Bobcats president Fred Whitfield, an old friend from North Carolina, come and go. They're waiting on Jordan to return after the game, k!lling time, handling work stuff, telling stories.
Back when they used to shoot a lot of commercials, Jordan's security team would wait for him in his trailer while he was on set. A woman named Linda cooked Michael's meals, and he loved cinnamon rolls. She'd bake a tray and bring it to him. When it came time to film, he'd see the guards eyeing the cinnamon rolls and he'd walk over and spit on each one, to make sure nobody took his food.
In the late '80s, Jordan looked in Whitfield's closet and saw that half of it was filled with Nike and the other half filled with Puma. Jordan bundled the Puma gear in his arms, tossing it onto the living room floor. He took a knife from the kitchen and cut it to shreds. Call Howard White, his contact at Nike, he told Fred, and tell him to replace it all. Same thing happened with George. He bought a pair of New Balance shoes he loved, and Jordan saw them one day and insisted he hand them over. Call Howard White at Nike.
"He demands that loyalty," Whitfield says.
"Anywhere we go," Portnoy says, "he looks at people's feet."
"First thing he looks at," Whitfield says. "He looks down all the time."
"You know what's funny?" Portnoy says. "I do the same thing now."
"I do too!" Whitfield says, laughing.
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