But, most of all, he got Jordan, who finished with 11 assists, six rebounds, two steals and two blocked shots to go with his 45 points. Moreover, Jordan played excellent defense on Philly's Hersey Hawkins in the fourth period. It wasn't so much that Hawkins scored only two points in the final 12 minutes, it was more that Jordan wouldn't even let him touch the ball. The least recognized part of Jordan's game is his ability to slip picks and suddenly pop up in the passing lane, like a kid who finds a shortcut to the candy store. "Nobody has ever been better at the end of a game than Michael," said Jackson afterward. " Oscar Robertson was great, but this guy is a closer at both ends."
And that is something that Barkley was not in the first four games of the series. He looked almost dazed as he left the Spectrum. To everyone who approached him, he mumbled a few words, shook hands and walked away slowly. Mahorn looked even worse—he was limping badly because of a bruised knee.
A few minutes later, Jordan breezed by in the center of his entourage, waving, signing autographs, hugging his mother, Delores, who looked radiant in a gray suit with a corsage. On this Mother's Day afternoon, it was once again Michael's world, and everyone else was just livin' in it.