Oh yes, that song! It seemed to define my childhood, as I drank Gatorade non-stop, pretended my Air Flights were Air Jordans, and basically obsessed over all things MJ. How many of you tried to strike the “Jumpman” pose while dunking on the Nerf hoop in your bedroom? We all did. We all had our tongues hanging out, attempting impossible moves that would drive our coaches crazy during rec league games. We all wanted to “Be Like Mike”. Of course none of us could. The closest we could get was the shoes. And that is why Air Jordans are still the pinnacle for sneaker-heads today. We mere mortals can only dream of launching into space with the grace of a soaring eagle, changing direction mid-flight, and throwing down a dunk with the ferocity of a pouncing panther. There is only one man who can do that. But the shoes, money, the shoes! We could have the shoes. They were the brush with greatness, the closest connection to super-humanness we could find. We could lace them jawns up and feel like a God on asphalt.  With those shoes we could, if only for a moment, be like Mike.