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Three-time Chicago Bulls champion and beloved team broadcaster Stacey King has died at 59, cutting a bright, familiar voice out of NBA life.
For many fans, Stacey King was more than a former first-round pick. He was the big man who laughed his way into living rooms, first as a young piece of Michael Jordan’s dynasty, then as the booming voice that narrated a new generation of Bulls basketball.
The Chicago Bulls announced that King had died at age 59. The team did not publicly share a cause of death. TMZ, which first amplified the news to a national audience under the headline “NBA Legend Stacey King Dead at 59”, reported that the basketball world immediately began pouring out tributes.
King entered the NBA with high expectations after the Bulls selected him sixth overall in the 1989 draft. He walked into a locker room already orbiting around Jordan and Scottie Pippen, then grew into his role on a team that would become the defining force of the early 1990s.
He spent eight seasons in the league and collected three straight championships as part of Chicago’s first three-peat. On the court, he was not the face on the poster, but he was part of the machinery that made those title runs feel inevitable. For fans who remember watching those playoff broadcasts in crowded bars or quiet living rooms, his name is stitched into that era’s box scores and highlight reels.
After Chicago, King bounced to Minnesota, Miami, Dallas, and Boston, the kind of veteran journey that often signals a career winding down. For many players, that would have been the last chapter. For King, it turned out to be the pivot.
He reinvented himself behind a microphone and, in time, became the unmistakable soundtrack of Bulls basketball. As a TV analyst, he combined a center’s eye for the bruising details in the paint with a showman’s timing. His calls were animated, his reactions unfiltered, his presence comforting. Younger fans who never saw him catch a lob or battle on the block knew him instead as the voice that rose with every Bulls run.
King also extended that personality beyond game nights, including work on his podcast “Gimme the Hot Sauce”. It fit his brand perfectly. He was the former champion who did not speak from a pedestal. He sounded like he was sitting beside you, telling stories, laughing loudly, and protecting the franchise’s mythology while still being honest about its flaws.
That dual legacy creates a particular kind of grief. Chicago loses both a role player from its most romantic era and the narrator who kept that romance alive for a new generation. For Gen X and Boomer fans, he stood at the intersection of memory and the present day, someone who lived the Jordan years and then translated them for their kids and grandkids.
In the coming weeks, attention will turn to how the Bulls organization and the league choose to remember him, from on-air tributes to moments of silence. The details are still to come, but one reality is already clear.
On game nights in Chicago, there will be a space where Stacey King’s voice once was. The banners in the rafters will look the same, but one of the men who helped raise them, and then spent years telling the stories behind them, is now part of the memories he once brought so vividly to life.
How do you remember Stacey King more, as a three-time Bulls champion or as the booming voice that carried Chicago’s games into your home?
