Ironic how last Thursday was Flag Day and here we are, draped in drool over the 20th anniversary of the narcissistic 1992 Dream Team.
Like loyal reader Lawrence Bentley of Plano, Texas, I am proud to say I have never seen that supercilious squadron play a single minute. That goes for the four following deified delegations as well.
Twice, I declined plum assignments to cover Dream Teams; the first while working for USA Today — though shamelessly tempted by a week or more in Monaco where Chuck Daly's team trained rigorously for the likes of Angola; the second for NBC in Sydney (2000), which cost me a $25,000 bonus plus a first-class, round trip ticket for my wife.