Welcome to A Fly On The Wall, a feature that imagines what it would be like to hear conversations that may or may not have ever actually occurred. This time, we’ll use our fly power to head over to Michael Jordan’s house and listen in on a conversation he may or may not of had with his agent.
AGENT: Hey, there’s my guy! There’s my guy! How the hell are you, Michael?!?
MICHAEL: Doing well. Yourself?
AGENT: I am fantastic, Michael – I am fantastic because right now, I have in my possession two items: a gigantic check to you from Hanes and, of less importance, the commercials from the Flight #23 campaign.
MICHAEL: Nice! So you want to watch the spots or have a money fight?
AGENT: Can’t we do both?
MICHAEL: Ha! Yes, but just to make sure I don’t look like an asshole, let’s light up some cigars and watch the Hanes spots first.
MICHAEL: Didn’t have one line in that spot and I’m still awesome.
AGENT: Yeah… uhm, yeah… lets see the next one.
MICHAEL: Even got a biblical reference in this one. Nice.
AGENT: Yeah, you did… Michael, did you shoot all of these spots on the same day?
MICHAEL: Yep, one long, grueling day. Why do you ask?
AGENT: Oh my God.
MICHAEL: What’s the matter?
AGENT: Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Holy shit, Michael! What the hell were you thinking?
MICHAEL: What’s wrong?
AGENT: Fuck, Michael, do you have to ask? You just made fifteen underwear commercials in which you have a Hitler mustache!
Pictured Left: Crazy Person. Pictured Right: Crazy Mustache.
MICHAEL: Oh that. Yeah, I know.
AGENT: You know?
MICHAEL: Of course I know. I do shave myself.
AGENT: What the hell were you thinking?
MICHAEL: I’m taking it back.
AGENT: Taking it back?
AGENT: Taking it back.
MICHAEL: You got it.
AGENT: Michael, one doesn’t simply take back the Hitler mustache.
MICHAEL: True enough; however, not everybody is me.
MICHAEL: Meaning that bastard has held on to the look for decades – he’s been dead since 1945, and I think it’s time to take it back.
AGENT: You can’t take it back.
MICHAEL: The hell I can’t. I can do anything!
AGENT: Except hit a baseball.
AGENT: Nothing. Look, Michael, what I mean is that you, specifically you, cannot take the Hitler mustache back.
MICHAEL: Why not?
AGENT: To take something back, you’d have to be part of the group that was hindered by that thing in the first place.
MICHAEL: You mean only Nazis can take the Hitler mustache back?
AGENT: No, I mean only mustache aficionados can take the Hitler mustache back.
MICHAEL: Oh… well, I do really like mustaches-
AGENT: I’m sure you do, but Michael, please, for the love of all that is decent and pure, shave off the damn mustache!
MICHAEL: …I can’t.
AGENT: Why the hell not?
MICHAEL: Look, Hanes loves the mustache, so I can’t shave it off. It was their idea in the first place.
AGENT: Their idea? They must be out of their minds!
MICHAEL: I think Mr. Hanes might be a little crazy.
AGENT: I think so too!
MICHAEL: He came to this country in 1946, and Hanes kinda sounds like a German name to me…
AGENT: I don’t like where this is going.
MICHAEL: The bottom line is if I take their money, I wear their mustache.
Well, there you have it. Michael Jordan grew the Hitler mustache because he loves money and his masters at Hanes made him. I guess it’s not coming off any time soon… unless Nike gives him a call.
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