At some point, you would think their father would educate them in the ways of how to deal with the media. Hasn’t happened yet.
Michael Jordan’s sons, Jeffrey (a former University of Illinois basketball player) and Marcus, are proving to perhaps be a little bit more of the spoiled, legacy children than any of us thought after spending a few wild days in Las Vegas, accompanying their father to his fantasy camp there.
By Paul Schmidt
Given the hullabaloo of he and his brothers’ last endeavor on Twitter, you would have thought that Jeffrey Jordan would have kept his nightclubbing exploits to himself. Instead he posted videos from inside Haze Nightclub, showing the crazy night, and just how the not-so-average college student actually spends his time.
More indicting, however, are the tweets and videos from Marcus Jordan. While Jeffrey (and a third Central Florida basketball player, A. J. Rompza, a friend from Whitney Young) is 21 years old, Marcus is only 20. And in a town like Las Vegas, where, really, anything goes, the one rule they do hold dear is that you gotta, gotta be 21.
So (since-deleted) tweets like this are somewhat problematic from Marcus:
Last night was stupid… 35k at Haze… Totals 50k something the whole day.. Damn!! Going to the pool again today.. Gotta relax!
Website TaintedVegas.com is reporting that the Young Jordans spent $21,000 at the Liquid Pool Lounge (where one of Jeffrey’s video was posted from, at the bottom of the screen on the previous link), and then $35,000 more at Haze that night.
And while it is certainly the young men’s business WHAT they spend their money on, it isn’t kosher that the underage Marcus was spending it in places where you need to be 21 to enter.
Certainly, both clubs didn’t appreciate that type of negative publicity and certainly someone requested that Marcus take down that he was drinking and buying liquor underage in their establishments.
Will anything come of it? Probably not. Both Jordans are back on campus and ready to start class today according to their twitter pages. In the end it will probably be chalked up to capricious youth.
However, I don’t recall any of my halcyon days with my friends costing $56,000. But maybe that’s just me.