After a couple of futile exchanges, Magic races downcourt and throws a pass ahead to Robinson. "Keep going, David," he hollers, and Robinson obligingly drives to the basket, drawing a foul on Ewing. "All day long," Magic hollers. "All day long." Then he gets personal. He yells, "The Jordanaires are down."
Jordan is not amused. About halfway through the Greatest Game Nobody Ever Saw, Magic may have sealed his own doom. "Hold the clock!" Jordan hollers, clearly irritated, making sure there is enough time to strike back. Robinson makes one of two.
Johnson's Blue Team 19, Jordan's White Team 13.
A minute later Barkley spins away from Malone on the right block, and Malone is called for a foul. "Called this same f------ s--- last night," Malone says to the gentleman from Italy, referring to the game against France. "This is bulls---!" To add to Malone's frustration, Daly hollers that the White team is over the foul limit.
"One-and-one," says Daly.
"Yeah!" Magic yells. "I love it. I love it! We ain't in Chicago Stadium anymore." He punctuates the insult with loud clapping.
Throughout his career Jordan has heard complaints that the referees favor him. At a Michael-Magic-Larry photo session, Magic quipped, "You can't get too close to Michael. It's a foul." Jordan is tired of hearing about it, particularly from Magic.
Barkley makes one of two.
Johnson's Blue Team 20, Jordan's White Team 13.
Now amped up, Jordan goes through four defenders for a flying layup, then Pippen steals Mullin's inbounds pass. Jordan misses a jumper, but Pippen rebounds, draws a foul on Mullin and gets an enthusiastic palm slap from Jordan. As Barkley towels himself off from head to toe, Pippen makes both. Perhaps they are in Chicago Stadium.