Basically Jordan owns his rights. Some players decide they want to get their cut of the games money (all the regular players in the league) Well Jordan knows that with his name he can make a lot more money being in games he puts' his name on and get a lot more money rather than just take the standard cut from shared revenues that players in the league get. So he decides to opt out of that to make more money with his name alone.
sorta like Barry Bonds when you couldnt see him on ESPN Fantasy Baseball. He was known as "SF Outfielder" in their rankings
I thought I remembered some games where there was a "guard" for the Bulls. Looked just like Jordan and he was bad ass as well.
Congratulations swilkins, you just killed the internet phenomenon known as Chuck Norris facts... Chuck Norris Facts (2006-2006)
If you remember back then they had a "QB club" that was seperate from the NFLPA. Tecmo failed to get licensing from both
Jordan had a game that was called Michael Jordan in Chaos in the Windy City I have been told he signed an excluive deal with them So when is the sequel, Michael Jordan in Chaos in the Nation’s Capital, gonna come out? What the hell? What sort of upstanding citizen would devise a plan for such an ass game title? “Michael Jordan is in chaos in the windy city. Let that be the title we’ll sell to the flabbergasted fidgets who’ll just go berserk when they see this on store shelves.” That has to be the rationale behind it. In 1995 I remember playing a friend’s copy of the game. We thought it was so cool, and then for the next decade I thought the game was abhorrent. But honestly, it’s not completely hogwash; it’s actually a captivating platformer featuring basketball’s arguably greatest player in what has to be the stupidest premise ever in videogame history. I just hate admitting my slight – SLIGHT – enjoyment of the game. What am I to tell my peers when I acknowledge the horrifying delights of nuking mobile whistles with earth rattling basketballs? It’s like telling the girl you like – the girl you want to get to know better – that you want to grope her. Even if you do, you just don’t tell her! It’s not right! But I’ve had enough of this vow of silence. After several failed attempts and a bout with denial, I’m here to list my reasoning behind why I think Michael Jordan in Chaos in the Windy City is quite possibly one of the most underrated platformers to appear on the SNES. And like I said above, I have no qualms in claiming it to be one of the stupidest. In 1993, Michael Jordan retired from basketball for the FIRST time (forget the second or third time otherwise EA would probably have attempted to cash in on those instances too). The world was told that he was going to pursue a career in baseball, an infamous career switch. However, what really happened was #23 decided to become a crime fighting do-gooder. Well, at least not intentionally. While waiting in a dilapidated gym in some Chicago slum to get some practice in with his former basketball teammates for a charity game, MJ saw a basketball crash through a window, nefarious ransom note tackily taped on. It read that all of his former teammates had been captured and incarcerated in various dank prison cells throughout the less welcoming locales of Chicago, signed by Dr. Max Cranium, the most irritable video game midget ever. AND it would be up to Michael Jordan, the man who to this day endorses Hanes underwear, to save them from his perverted deeds. So, fearing for their lives and completely disregarding the idea of having someone professional, like the donut gorging police force, Michael headed to the local museum and ventured into the guano-filled corridors of the building’s catacombs. This is where is utterly bizarre adventure would start. Here he would master the art of throwing a never-ending supply of balls at meandering zombies (complete with detachable basketballs for heads) and spiders the size of Volkswagens. In these musty corridors Michael would taste the local food supplies in dire hopes of finding something beneficial for his health. Magically, Gatorade™ and Wheaties™ were omnipotent. And finally, Air Jordan would have to relive his glory days and take to the skies in a bold attempt to dunk flimsy, hanging basketball goals for coins and extra speed giving shoes! His adventuring starts out simple enough. A heart stopping leap here, a boss battle with a pissed off warrior mech constructed of basketballs there. Sooner rather than later, however, Michael will find himself out of the relatively easy confines of subterranean rot. Having rescued only a few nameless, featureless teammates, he’ll have to venture out into public… aboard an L train! Facing reporters armed to the teeth with deadly weapons like the immobilizing flash camera and pain inducing microphone, Michael will have to utilize his balls, basketballs that is, as death dealing projectiles. Take, for example, the baseball basketball. Combining his two sports into one, this oversized orb can leave his grasp, kill a member of the Sun Times, and then reverse directions! Or if that doesn’t quite do the trick, the bowling ball basketball will level all nearby grounded enemies if spiked on the ground or if rolled take out unsuspecting reporters without loosing speed! The ricocheting basketball can hit switches obstructed by debris, and the quake ball is just a more powerful bowling basketball. Then there are the requisite fire, ice, and heat seeking balls. Pretty obvious what their purpose was, no? Michael will need all of these weapons to dispatch the bionic b-ball inspired rejects, steroid-injected mutants, and pissed off referees (whose legs have been replaced with pinwheels, no less!). These enemies make no sense, but their locales aren’t quite as outlandish. Taking one L train leads Michael to a futuristic laboratory plucked right out of B-movie. Taking the other leads him to a toxic waste plant where everything has gone horribly awry. The laboratory isn’t as cool as the sludge factory purely due to design, but EA have still managed to make the levels creative. Indeed, from the folks who brought Zigfried Dark Castle comes an absolute abysmal attempt at manliness but an otherwise unknown success at lighthearted fun. The entire game doesn’t work: there’s no save feature and the simple rhythms of the catacombs and laboratory are not interesting at all, although I will say the adrenaline boosting ambience from the sludge factory is spine tingling. And while those aspects may be miniscule, the play control can cause utter frustration because it’s a little too sluggish at times and a little too loose at others. And then depending on how you look at it, the dialogue is pure crap. Observe. Teammate: This place is too hot! Can I get a swig of Gatorade from you? Michael: How hot is it? Teammate: So hot I’m workin’ up a sweat just thinking about it! Stay cool! You don’t want to slip into the vats of molten steel. Michael: Got any advice for me? Teammate: Yeah. The next place is flooded with green sludge. Don’t fall in unless you like pain. What Michael should have said but didn’t: Yeah, like I was going to purposelessly fall into the green goo, you putz! Green goo aside, this game isn’t bad. I revealed my enjoyment of it (with much apprehension) and would advise you to try it out if you get the chance. Play it for the sake of stupidity if you can’t find a reason why you should. Who knows, maybe if this game can get a following we could get a sequel. An entire collection of basketball superstar sponsored kitsch could give EA clout outside of their sports sims. Then again, they did make Dark Castle. But it ain’t Chaos in the Windy City. I mean, the final boss fight pits Michael Jordan on a basketball court for a game of one-on-on with dastard midget Dr. Max Cranium… while he’s inside a behemoth robot. Where else can you find that same kind of silly action? Nowhere but the Windy City. Reviewed by: usurper Date reviewed: May 29, 2006 Rating: 7
Alot of truth in this thread but the entire story is that Jordan was never part of the player's association so to put him in a game, the game company had to negotiate with Jordan. The only company who would pay the Jordan price was EA. EA got an exclusive contract with Jordan, but it was up to Jordan rather he appeared in each game. I think he got paid extra for each game as well. So that is why Jordan has only been in EA games throughout the years. Barry Bonds is the same way, though he doesn't appear in any game.
Jordan was in NBA Live 2000 but you had to unlock him I think. Do they have Mitch Richmond in the newer Live games? The last Live game I played was 2000, I prefer the NBA 2k series.
I believe it's the same reason that he doesn't allow the statue of him to be made for the rockets. It most likely has to do with his religion and doesn't believe in it....Not sure but a guess.
