As ESPN continues to roll out The Last Dance, GQ staffers will make their case for the ultra-cool doc’s most stylish moments.
For a certain kind of “old head,” episodes of The Last Dance, ESPN’s Michael-and-the-Bulls documentary, must be the most powerful dosage of nostalgia that exists on God’s green earth. You’ll recognize these “old heads” from past TNT broadcasts—remember those?—and inflammatory radio interviews. They’re the type who lament the things missing from basketball today: blood rivalries between stars, WWE scenes playing out anytime someone goes up for a layup, and—you better believe it—mid-range jumpers. Back in my day, they say, there were no three pointers and banana boaters. I’ve always ignored their complaints, but The Last Dance has made me more amenable to the idea that basketball really was better in the ‘80s and ‘90s. With a caveat: basketball wasn’t better back then because it