The King

Welcome to my childhood.  Perhaps the biggest tomboy you have ever met, I was OBSESSED with basketball, in love with the Chicago Bulls, and MJ could do no wrong.  I never missed a Bulls game when it was on tv, I remember crying when they lost a game (don't worry, this didn't happen too often),  and I even had a Chicago Bulls birthday cake one year.  I was the proud owner of the Chicago Bulls soundtrack, yes, this exists.  And I'm probably the only girl out there who was ecstatic about receiving a personalized Steve Kerr autograph.  It is a photo of him and says "Hi Katie!  Go Bulls!"  I wonder if the parents still have that...

I wore a Chicago Bulls t-shirt until it literally fell apart, and with the help of some neighbors, even made my dad sign a contract that he would take me to a Chicago Bulls game that year (yes, I actually made up a contract that said "I, Mark Marcouiller, promise to take my daughter, Katie Marcouiller, to a Chicago Bulls home game this season."  And then we both signed it.  Greatest dad ever, huh?

He kept his word and boy, was I in heaven.  And then we went out to eat at MJ's restaurant and a waitress spilled a beer on my younger brother (who couldn't have cared less about the Bulls) and they gave him a MJ jersey FOR FREE.  I was so jealous and remember asking if they waitress would spill a beer on me too.

Without further ado, I give you the Michael Jordan statue outside of the United Center.