Dear Mr. James,
First of all, congratulations on a spectacular regular season thus far. I noticed yesterday on the television that your Cavaliers have only lost one game at home this year. Coming from Wisconsin, home of the Badgers and the Kohl Center, I recognize that such dominance is not an easy task and I commend you and the fine people of Cleveland for it. Best of luck to you and your teammates in the playoffs; I eagerly await what should be an exciting run.
But that’s not why I’m writing to you this evening. I’m writing to you to alert you to the fact — if you’re not already aware — that despite your accomplishments and accolades, and the amazing potential you possess in what’s still early in your career…the fact remains that you still have yet to fly 40 feet through the air, fire and smoke trailing emanating from your somersaults as you deliver a thundering dunk to the music of famed composer John Tesh.
I speak, of course, about NBA Showtime. For some inexplicable reason, arcade basketball has almost completely disappeared from the video game landscape, and the time is ripe for a revival. Don’t get me wrong, NBA Street is a wonderful game made by wonderful people — but as its name clearly demonstrates, the basketball occurs in a street.
What do you have to do with this, you ask? Well, as a young man with such fame, influence, and savvy business skills (or so I’ve read in a recent perodical), certainly you could pull the right strings to get this project off the ground. Naturally, no one would cry foul if your stats were best in the game, or even if your image appeared on the cover dunking over any selected Detroit Piston or Los Angeles Laker. With distributing such a game exclusively over online gaming services, you would not even need to worry about retail distribution and its associated nonsense.
So I implore you, Mr. James, to just give it some thought. Not just for yourself, but for all young NBA stars who never got the chance to experience what NBA Jam/Showtime was all about. Imagine launching your digital self from half-court, teammates and opponents helpless to stop you, and being congratulated by the greatest word to ever grace the world of basketball…
And if that’s not enough to convince you to take action, then I shall leave you with this:
Kobe was in it.
-Andrew C. Pfister