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this is fantasy basketball
Go to YouTube, search the word “basketballâ€, sort by ratings, and the video below turns up at the top of the list:
Personally, the video cuts totally ruined it for me. Sure, if the kid made like 20 in a row, I’d be impressed. But, two? Come on? The guy probably sat there for 2 days waiting for his kid to make two in a row. This is the top rated video?
Number two on the list is a basketball trailer called Basketball Man Trailer (points for originality there!). It looks like a documentary that follows James Naismith’s grandson and his quest to enlighten the masses about his grandfather’s impact on the game (you know, creating it and all). Yes, the trailer totally bastardizes Eminem’s 8-mile and the ending of the trailer is total cheese, but overall, it worked for me. I mean, it did its job by actually getting me somewhat excited to see this documentary (and I don’t watch many).
On the complete opposite end of the spectrum (I think Naismith’s grandson actually was complaining about this stuff) we have the number 3 ranked “basketball†video on YouTube: Killercross Tour – Hot Sauce. There’s some pretty decent basketball here (including multiple off the head moves – to which I wonder how I’d personally defend those), but overall, the actual guy “hot sauce†isn’t any better than some of the guys that schooled me when I played high school ball.
Feel free to skip this paragraph if you’re not interested, but as an aside, I went to high school in eastern Connecticut (close to Foxwoods – only it wasn’t there until after I left). If you’re not from the area, eastern Connecticut is a fairly rural area consisting solely of preppy white boys like myself. For example, the center on our high school basketball team was 6’2’’ and I was the 6 foot power forward (kind of like a white Barkley without the ass). For the most part, we happily coexisted among the other preppy white boy teams in our area, but at least once a year, the Athletic Director sadistically scheduled us against a team from some Western Connecticut city, like Hartford. You know, teams who had 7 foot black guys who could rain dunks on our sorry asses. And we would get absolutely demolished in that game, guys would be dunking on us from the foul line, we’d get about 4 rebounds the entire game, and the score would end up 97 to 20. Anyway, “Hot Sauce†reminded me of those guys.
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