Jock Jams

Imagine yourself at a Vancouver Grizzlies game. Things are going great, right?! It's 1995, Brad Pitt has just won Sexiest Man of the year (you're hoping he'll win again), a company with an exclamation for a name was founded, and Jacques Chirac is France's new Prez! Things are going your way. The only thing missing is the Magic Eye book you accidently left at home on the coffee table and music from the best band EVER - House of Pain. Thankfully, the NBA has you covered.

Jump Around and throw the jock jams my way. I can't get enough of these awesome beats! Whenever I hear them my mind is soothed by the finer things in life - wood floors covered in sweat, overly-mobile team mascots, and a guy named Mickey. You know my CD changer is stocked with all six ESPN manufactured Jock Jam compilation albums. The second of which peaked at number 10 on the Billboard charts, I'll have you know. That was 1996, sadly the pinnacle of the Jock Jams craze (and by sadly, I mean, I'm disappointed that Will Smith has a family and no longer gets jiggy wit' it).

The only thing that satiates me now is popping in the VHS tape of our fandom's pride and joy - Space Jam. There's no denying that this is possibly the best 1/2 animated, 1/2 live-action, 1/2 Michael Jordan film ever made. Yes, I said it. Aside from the magnificence that is the character depth of the Monstars, Wayne Knight and Bill Murray are really the ones who make this movie what it is. Genius. Without Wayne's type casting and Bill's cameo, how else would you inspire the creation of lunchboxes and pinball machines off your film venture?

My love for these, admittedly shallow, musical endeavors is immortalized here in the title of this blog. We owe it all to you Tag Team. But just so your ego doesn't begin to surpass that of Robert Van Winkle, it was almost called, "Ode to the Nacho Man."