Michael Jordan’s son should stop the Air-ogance, shut up and play ball
Marcus Jordan, a hoopster at the University of Central Florida and the son of NBA Hall of Famer Michael Jordan, has decided to take a stand.
No, he hasn’t weighed in on healthcare reform. Sorry, Marcus has not decided as to who he will endorse for the U.S. Senate seat in Florida. And he has not stepped up and demanded that NCAA athletes be paid.
Big and bad Marcus has made it clear that he doesn’t care if the university he chose to enroll in receives $3 million annually from adidas. He will wear Nikes, whether they like it or not.
As a result, adidas has cancelled their contract with the school.
Nike previously said they have no contract-in-waiting for Central Florida, but surely Marcus Jordan wouldn’t have made such a demand unless daddy called Phil Knight and said, “Hook up my son’s school.”
If Central Florida does not have a deal with Nike, or Daddy Jordan hasn’t promised to write a multi-million dollar check to the school, they are stupid as hell.
I don’t care if he is the son of an NBA Hall of Famer, Jordan knew the school wore adidas, and if it was all about wearing Nikes, he should have chosen another school.
Various reports suggest the school told him he could wear whatever he wants. If that was the case, they are dumb and dumber, and should be bounced.
Athletic budgets are shrinking nationwide, and none of the other students at the university have such a famous father. They don’t get free Nike gear on a whim. He can get whatever he wants, and now this freshman is acting like a spoiled brat by making his demands.
Central Florida should have made it clear that this is about a team.
Now hear is what is even more stupid. Marcus refuses to wear adidas shoes, but he was photographed by the Orlando Sentinel wearing adidas ankle braces in a game! So did Marcus tell UCF he would only wear Hanes underwear (his dad endorses the brand)? Does the school drink Powerade, and if so, did he tell them, “Sorry. I only do Gatorade?”
Folks, this is stupid. This isn’t Mars Blackmon screaming, “It must be the shoes!”
No, in this case, it’s the ego. And it’s being exhibited by an 18-year-old kid who hasn’t proven a damn thing other than he’s the son of a Hall of Famer and famous pitchman.









