Dear MJ, I watched the first game of the NBA Finals Wednesday night, and I must say, it just wasn't right.Sure, the hoopla was there, but something was definitely missing. I know what was missing.That's why I'm writing this.You were missing, MJ.No bald dome.No tongue.No "Be like Mike" Gatorade commercials.No chalking your hands in front of the scorers' bench.No Spike Lee hounding you from the front row.No ...well, you get the picture. You see, MJ, watching the finals without you is liking eating soup beans without cornbread.Driving a car without gas.Gene Simmons and KISS without makeup.It's just not the same. I've watched the Tim Duncan show, and, yeah, he got game, but we need an experienced leader.Someone who can carry this ill-tattered, 50-game-a-season league on his shoulders.We need the guy who encouraged us to shave our domes bald, drink Gatorade and eat Wheaties.MJ, we need you.
Pole Position column By Dale Hubler, Times-Union Sports Writer- | July 28, 2016