Narzack

I remember when I was younger, I spend lazy Saturday mornings watching a lot of basketball on NBC.  This was back when Michael Jordan WAS basketball, and he was amazing.  There was something supernatural about the man.  No mere mortal could play the way he did.  He had something like 40 buzzer-beaters and could dunk from the free-throw line.  Astounding.  I remember being all of ten years old when the Bulls pulled off that first three-peat.  I was beside myself.

After watching a game or Inside Stuff, I would go outside to our driveway and pretend to be Air Jordan, playing in imaginary championships, wantonly defying gravity.   I wanted to be him.  Or Emmitt Smith. 

Also, Pee-Wee Herman.

EDIT: Don't forget about this.