Still to come, though, would be Jordan doing the following: nailing the basket that won the NCAA championship for the Tar Heels, receiving two college player of the year awards, leading the 1984 U.S. Olympic team to the gold medal, winning five scoring titles in the pros and ultimately carrying the Bulls to the NBA championship. Oh, yes, and appearing on the front of the Wheaties box, which Deloris says is what makes her the most proud. "How many moms can walk in the grocery store and see their son all over the cereal counter?" she asks.
There were five Jordans in the class of 1981 at Laney High, four girls—one of them Roslyn, who was able to skip a grade so she could accompany her brother to Chapel Hill—and Michael Jeffrey, whose credits in the yearbook, The Spinnaker, read in part: "Homeroom Rep 10, Spanish Club 11...New Hanover Hearing Board 12...Pep Club 10." The Spinnaker sailed into prescient waters with its parting message to the school's basketball stars, Jordan and Smith: "Laney only hopes that you...expand your talents to make others as proud of you as Laney has been. Always remember Laney as your world."
Little could The Spinnaker staff have known that soon enough those two alums would turn out to be the same man—at least in some hotels on some road trips. Or that jug-eared Michael Jeffrey Jordan, all by himself, would pull off one more flying, spinning, double reverse and turn the entire world into just another little piece of Laney.