Forest, in Jordan’s hometown, Dallas. They’ve been doing this since Jordan was 12 years old, so there’s an obvious level of comfort. We’ve mic’d both player and teacher, and three high-definition video cameras are rolling. We’re a fly on the wall, listening in while we watch. They’re ignoring us and totally into the lesson.
The other day I’m forwarded something called “Dear Younger Me”. A slight roll of the eyes. The device hasn’t been popularised so much as pulverised by pro athletes and their ghostwriters to recount career achievements without the risk of sounding self-indulgent because the message is suppositionally for an audience of one.