by Casey Jacobsen This is the story of the first time I met Michael Jordan and LeBron James. I didn’t meet them both on the same day, but the stories of my first encounters with these two basketball idols are eerily similar. Just like every kid who ever picked up a basketball in the 1980s, I was obsessed with Michael Jordan. According to me, he was already the greatest player of all time and he hadn’t even won his first championship with the Bulls yet. I would practice for hours in my backyar...