I have a plan for fixing the economy that involves Michael Jordan, so Michael, please contact me at your earliest convenience.

The idea struck me a few weeks ago when I had dinner at a Chicago restaurant Jordan owns.  I’d been stewing about a tiny piece of steak that cost approximately as much as the gross national product of Honduras when in he walked – my childhood sports hero; the greatest athlete of the 20th century; the man who inspired thousands of balding white guys to shave their heads. Read the rest of this entry »