I had a summit at an East Village bar last night with two members of the SportsAngle brain trust Ã¢â‚¬â€œ Frank Pepe of Trumbull Island and Mr. Han, the self-appointed U.S. ambassador to Iceland Ã¢â‚¬â€œ and our conversation of course veered toward the Summer of LeBron.
I saw this recently Ã¢â‚¬â€œ and I implore all NBA teams, someone sign J.R. Rider!
Remember the 1994 Dunk Contest, back when that was cool? You damn right I do. We had a very young Allan Houston doing his thing, Reign Man before he gained like 150 pounds, and the great Robert Pack. DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t forget my man Pat Ewing in the front row in a sweet purple shirt.
And of course, J.R. Rider with the East Bay Funk Dunk. Often imitated. NEVER, EVER duplicated.
I was more a Penny Hardaway and Warriors-era Chris Webber guy myself, but J.R. RiderÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dunk epitomized 90Ã¢â‚¬â„¢s-era basketball Ã¢â‚¬â€œ along with White Men CanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t Jump, LilÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ Penny, Jordan, and The Dunk by Starks.
I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care what shape heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s in, I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care what he looks like, we need J.R. Rider back in the league for funÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sake. Hell, we need him back in the dunk contest.
While weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re at it, move over LeBron, letÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s track down Dee Brown, Ced Caballos and Harold Miner (word to Chris for the reminder about Baby Jordan) and make this a real party.
AinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t nothing wrong with a little nostalgia.