OK, maybe there was a push-off. But in the closing seconds of a Finals game, any official that blows the whistle there deserves to spend eternity refereeing a pickup game between 10 undead Rasheed Wallaces. Anyway, Jordan crosses Bryon into the ground, calmly deposits the game winner, poses statuesquely, and retires. A storybook ending for the greatest player to ever peddle $130 sneakers. Except that it wasn't.