Last night I dreamt that I dunked on Kobe Bryant during a game.
And as he cried his way back to Phil Jackson’s arms, I realized something.
In-game dunking will always rule.
Sure, dunk contests are awesome and I can’t wait for a 720, but watching someone get dunked on is worth so much more.
It’s like swallowing a pill capsule full of pure testosterone.
Kevin Johnson over Hakeem Olajuwon, Scottie Pippen over Patrick Ewing or Grant Hill and his 37-year-old legs at any moment during the game.
I could watch it over and over again.
It’s the high and low point of male integrity and masculinity.
For the dunker, the moment couldn’t be better.
The fans are either screaming or taking a moment of silence for what just happened as the announcers make awkward moans and groans.
For the victim, well, that guy just walks away and tries not to make eye contact with anyone.
It happens to everybody.
Pay attention, turn around and recognize when a poster is in the process of being made.
For those of us … (sigh) that can’t dunk, we must live through our stars and Nerf basketball hoops.
Slamma-jamma, my friends.
