Jordan and Larry Bird were discussing the Eastern Conference Finals.
His eye for the game was truly professional. His analysis was sound, his logic meticulous, with no discernible flaws.
But hearing him say that, Larry Bird felt a lot more confident.
Jordan was the God of Basketball, but his luck at the card table was notoriously bad. Moreover, his predictions about basketball and its players were usually way off the mark.
So, when Michael swore up and down that the Pistons had the advantage and a better chance of winning, Larry Bird's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, relaxed slightly.
Of course, Big Bird knew the Pistons were the main obstacle on the Pacers' path to a championship.
But he had a lot of faith in Su Xi.
The game went on.
Jordan was still singing Wade's praises.
Wade drove relentlessly, constantly creating contact and drawing fouls. His performance made the Heat Team's highly touted young guns, Odom and Butler, look soft and ineffective by comparison.
