"Who's the next MJ?"
Looking at the cover of this issue of "Sports Illustrated," Stackhouse wanted to cry but found no tears.
He had thought that, after Roger played in the NBA for a couple of years, he himself would be forgotten.
As it turned out, things hadn't gotten that far yet.
Roger hadn't even started playing in the NBA, and Stackhouse was already almost forgotten!
Now, Roger was being compared to Penny and Jordan.
Stackhouse? Who the fuck is that?
Stackhouse was speechless. What kind of fresh meat was Roger to be the next MJ? He hadn't even played a college game yet!
There was no helping it, the executive producer said you were the next MJ, and so you were.
However, the executive producer's mood had plummeted recently. Because the summer of 1993 had felt unusually cold to him.