Some of my fondest memories include sitting in funky Chicago Stadium and watching Jordan and Pippen play with my dad.
I don't remember the Dream Team very well (I was 8 in 1992), but there's no denying their cultural impact. This book did a good job of talking about the interplay between players. It reinforced some things I knew well (Michael Jordan is a jerk) and other things I didn't know at all. (Bird does not seem like he would be a trash talker, but he was one of the greats)
I wish the author talked more about the games. I know there's probably not much to say about them, but I felt like there wasn't very much basketball. But it was cool to see the personalities and the trash talking. I have to admit that the image of Ewing and Bird hanging out and being BFFs makes me smile.