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Thanks to some primitive programming on the part of the EA Sports people, Live 95 was set up so that you could score on just about every possession. After a while, the game wasn’t about how much you could win by, it was about how you won. The magic of Live 95 lay in the fact that it didn’t matter that you knew you’d win by at least 40 every time you picked up the controller. We ran our pixilated competition off the court on the regular and we never got sick of it.

Name the obstacle and one of us cleared it: 100-point games on three-minute quarters 100-point victories holding a team scoreless for quarters at a time shooting 100 percent from the field for the entire game never losing in the playoffs. Over that time, I have no doubt in my mind that my brother and I became the world’s top two players at the game. I owned (as in owned) Live 95 for three and a half years, from the Christmas of ’94 until I finally coughed up the cash for a PlayStation in September of 1998. I controlled it all with a controller in my hand, playing NBA Live 95 on the Super Nintendo. I was the shrewdest GM, the best coach and the MVP of my team every season. Then New Jersey, New York and both teams out in LA. A few hours later, the team was dismantled and Chicago went on to have an undefeated season with a loaded team. The win thrilled the capacity crowd, thousands of people who all looked alike, raising their arms in sequence. With Shaq in the middle, the Golden State Warriors went 82–0 that season, steamrolling their way to the their first chip in 20 years. A cutting Mitch Richmond could have just crushed the dunk and left it at that, but he decided to go reverse, then point at everyone on the court after the damage was done - you know, for humiliation’s sake. Undeterred, he pulled the dribble back to where he started and the double foolishly followed him, their mistake already made. Webber lost his defender with a spin move and found a double team waiting for him at the hoop. Scottie Pippen inbounded to Tim Hardaway, who busted it up the court, pulled up for a three, then dished off to an open Chris Webber at 15 feet out. It happened over a decade ago, and I still remember it like I saw it yesterday.