Is It The Shoes?
If there is one thing that has taken up a vast majority of my time over the last two weeks it has been, what I can only describe as the greatest video game ever created. It is the one and only NBA Jam. My roommate Andy got a Sega Genesis from ebay (you know, the one that boasts "High Definiton Graphics" on the console itself. With said Sega came a copy of NBA Jam. The version we're playing had to of come out in 1994 or 1995 as it boasts such NBA superstars on it's roster like Horace Grant, Clide Drexler, Patrick Ewing, Alonzo Mourning, Sean Kemp, and Chris Mullin. I end on Chris Mullin as my current (and only) team of choice in this game is the Golden State Warriors. I chose this team not out of any personal love for them, but for the sheer fact that Chris Mullin has the greatest flat top haircut in history. If you don't believe me, please, look at this evidence:
See that? It's epic. Chris Mullin was also on the ORIGINAL dream team. Yes, that dream team. Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Karl Malone, Scottie Pippin. His face hung on a poster with the rest of these superstars for a number of years in my youth. Always admiring his hair, it's just sheer perfection.
Everyone in the apartment has their team. Matt has an affinity towards the portland trailblazers. Ryan, Seattle Supersonics. BJ, the Bulls (kind of a cop out) Almost every game of NBA Jam comes down to the last shot. I can't tell you how many games are within 3 points.
One unspoken NBA Jam rule is that you never shoot what is called "The Corner Three" This is a 3 point shot taken from the very corner of the court. For some reason, shooting from the corner makes you never miss. It's a glitch in the game, you seriously never miss, and it's not fair to shoot from there. Everyone in the apartment is aware of this. Last night, our lame as roommate Ray (he plays ultimate frisbee for god sakes) was as the Knicks against Andy who was the Hornets. It was the final posession, and Ray was down by two points. He takes the ball up with ten seconds to play and makes a beeline straight for the corner. Everyone was watching. Me, BJ, Ryan. As he approaches the corner, we cannot believe what we are seeing. The travesty that is about to unfold infront of our eyes. Ray brings John Starkes to the corner, pulls up, and shoots a corner three while time runs out.
Bedlam. Absoulte anarchy breaks out in the apartment. Ray, rather than try to win fair and square by shooting a three pointer anywhere else on the court, takes the cheaters way out and in doing so unleased a tide of fury the likes of which 501 Towson Run has never seen. Verbal abuse is flying. Words of being banned from NBA jam fill the room. Pete Rose had it easy compared to our disgust towards a totally unthinkable act.
Time will tell how the reprocussions of this game are perceived around the apartment. But I do know this, things will never be the same.
Long live NBA Jam
See that? It's epic. Chris Mullin was also on the ORIGINAL dream team. Yes, that dream team. Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Karl Malone, Scottie Pippin. His face hung on a poster with the rest of these superstars for a number of years in my youth. Always admiring his hair, it's just sheer perfection.
Everyone in the apartment has their team. Matt has an affinity towards the portland trailblazers. Ryan, Seattle Supersonics. BJ, the Bulls (kind of a cop out) Almost every game of NBA Jam comes down to the last shot. I can't tell you how many games are within 3 points.
One unspoken NBA Jam rule is that you never shoot what is called "The Corner Three" This is a 3 point shot taken from the very corner of the court. For some reason, shooting from the corner makes you never miss. It's a glitch in the game, you seriously never miss, and it's not fair to shoot from there. Everyone in the apartment is aware of this. Last night, our lame as roommate Ray (he plays ultimate frisbee for god sakes) was as the Knicks against Andy who was the Hornets. It was the final posession, and Ray was down by two points. He takes the ball up with ten seconds to play and makes a beeline straight for the corner. Everyone was watching. Me, BJ, Ryan. As he approaches the corner, we cannot believe what we are seeing. The travesty that is about to unfold infront of our eyes. Ray brings John Starkes to the corner, pulls up, and shoots a corner three while time runs out.
Bedlam. Absoulte anarchy breaks out in the apartment. Ray, rather than try to win fair and square by shooting a three pointer anywhere else on the court, takes the cheaters way out and in doing so unleased a tide of fury the likes of which 501 Towson Run has never seen. Verbal abuse is flying. Words of being banned from NBA jam fill the room. Pete Rose had it easy compared to our disgust towards a totally unthinkable act.
Time will tell how the reprocussions of this game are perceived around the apartment. But I do know this, things will never be the same.
Long live NBA Jam