Back in the day, when the "Internet" was a subscription to America Online and "blogging" was complaining to a group of twenty people in the alt.basketball.sucks newsgroup, the Basketbawful crew had a vision. And a VHS camcorder and a ridiculous amount of free time.

And now, for your Oscar consideration: "Basketball's Greatest Rivalries": An insightful and thought-provoking narrative on the pervasive influence of corporate sports marketing, and it's trickle-down effect on the psyche of America's youth. The "Lamont" character represents the children of tomorrow. The "Boris" character is just kind of a dick. Adjust your speakers, the audio isn't the best.
BGR made a few rounds on public access (the YouTube of 1995) and drew enough attention to spawn a slightly more ambitious (and much more criminous) sequel. This time Josh squares off against a returning Boris, who has become notorious for his hatred of talentless ball players and breakfast cereals.

The response to BGR was enough to encourage us to move into motion pictures. That is, until we actually tried it. In true Joel-Schumacher-Batman-And-Robin fashion, it killed the Basketbawful series dead for many years. Here is the movie trailer we shot, starring Josh and a thinner and more asthmatic Mr. P, and a slew of ad-libbing strangers. (Note: never ask strangers to ad-lib anything. Ever.)

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James Posey has a reputation for getting all WWE against the Chicago Bulls. It all started with a stiff hip check on Kirk Hinrich in last year's playoffs, followed up with flagrants against Tyrus Thomas (who missed games with a broken nose) and Luol Deng (who nearly ended up with a broken wrist) this season. Needless to say, Bulls fans don't care for him much.

So, thanks to this, we had no problem whatsoever in firing up a healthy "Posey Sucks" chant several times during Saturday's game. There was even a bit of a hangover in game two! Why is inspiring hate in mass numbers so enjoyable?

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