Another One Bites The Dust

At the end of every Bulls victory (and there were sooo many), a very subtle tune was played: Queen's "Another One Bites The Dust."

In the beginning of my junior year in high school, my friend Val came rushing into our "Consumer Education" class and informed me - with her white-girl corn rows flailing - "Michael Jordan got married!!" She brought me the newspaper clipping. Michael Jordan had married Juanita Vanoy in Las Vegas, of all places. What a shock for 7:45 in the morning -- the sun had barely risen over the stalks of corn.

Sadly, in what seems more and more like a pair of bookends in every marriage, they announced their divorce. 17 years and three kids later, another marriage bites the dust.



Of course, what freaks me out even more is that it's been seventeen years since I was a junior in high school. Given I watched Little Shop Of Horrors today and was able to sing and recall just about every bit of spoken and sung script in it, it just doesn't seem like that long ago.

Postscript: To make me feel even older, I just saw an ad featuring Dan Marino flogging Nutrisystem. Good grief, I thought only old guys like Tommy LaSorda did that. Oh wait, Dan Marino IS an old guy now.