A familiar feeling came over sports fans across the country as The Last Dance documentary came to its conclusion late Sunday night.

“… It’s over? What do I do now?”

It’s the same feeling you get when the Super Bowl ends, or when “One Shining Moment” puts a bow on March Madness. Sports become such a large part of the calendar for so many of us. On fall Sunday afternoons, you tune into the NFL. On weekends in March, you binge-watch college basketball.

And, for the past five Sunday evenings — when the sports world was all but silent — we Danced with Michael Jordan’s Bulls. Sunday nights were appointment viewing for sports fans, much like my wife has every Monday evening blocked off to watch whichever edition of “The Bachelor” franchise is airing at that given time. OK, maybe I watch that, too.

And, as is the case with all good things, it’s hard to accept when it’s over.

This documentary was the perfect dose of sports at the perfect time. Many people aren’t overly interested in consuming the many local and national re-broadcasts of old games replayed throughout the week as sports networks look for ways to fill time without, well, sports. It’s tough to blame them. They’ve seen it before.

They hadn’t seen this. Maybe you watched the Bulls win each of their NBA titles in real time, but this was one of the all-time great sports dynasties, and it hasn’t been re-hashed time and again over the past two decades. The curtain had never been pulled back this far.

Michael Jordan doesn’t do many interviews. He hasn’t granted the access necessary to gain valuable insight into what was back when. As The Athletic’s Jon Krawczynski aptly noted in a chat last week, this documentary was the equivalent of getting the chance to sit down for a drink with MJ and hear him personally recount his entire basketball career.

For someone my age — whose Michael Jordan fandom started when I was 6 years old in 1997 — that was invaluable. My only experiences watching Jordan play with those Bulls were those final couple of seasons, in which all I really knew was that I loved No. 23, so much so that I’d get in arguments with my mom when she’d cheer for Utah in the NBA Finals, and couldn’t for the life of me understand how she was so happy when the Timberwolves beat Chicago in a regular-season game 1997.

“The Bulls just lost … how is this cause for celebration?”

I had read more about those Bulls teams in recent years, but it was different to watch them, to see the way Jordan flowed, floated and fought on the court, to view his career progression, to watch the roster’s evolution between the two three-peats, to hear from both the stars such as Scottie Pippen, Dennis Rodman, Phil Jackson and Jordan, but also the role players ranging from John Paxson to Steve Kerr.

The glimpses into their stories were often just as, if not more, entertaining than the parts of the series pertaining to Jordan. Highlights of the series certainly included every time Jordan would pick up a tablet to see what someone else had said, and his ensuing reactions, but Rodman’s midseason vacations, Jackson’s team-building tactics and everything about who Kerr is as a person were no less unforgettable.

You can question the journalistic integrity of a documentary largely about Michael Jordan, of which Jordan himself had so much control over what was shown and in what light. But the sheer number of voices present, from Jordan’s teammates to his coaches and opponents — as well as the wealth of behind-the-scenes footage gathered from the unprecedented access granted to the film crew during that 1997-98 season — shed light on who Jordan was as a player, teammate and competitor. A lot of it was positive, but some of it was not.

“Michael Jordan was a jerk,” is one legitimate, potential takeaway for some after watching the documentary. Jordan and his teammates address that, too.

Do we now know everything about the greatest basketball player of all time? No, but at least issues such as his lack of social activism and perceived gambling “problem” were addressed, as well as the struggles Jordan had from the loss of his father to his battle over his reputation. No, the documentary doesn’t delve into who Jordan was as a husband or father, but everything pertaining to those Bulls teams and what happened on and around the court was, at the very least, touched on.

For some, like myself, each week provided history lessons about one of the greatest basketball teams of all time. For others, there were at least reminders.

For all, it was great entertainment, at a time when we needed it most.