You see, this my friends is one of those things that gets under my skin. You know who you are. The people who think everything they hear, see, and read is somehow gospel spoken from the lips of your chosen deity.
To put it in your own terms, I'll use a quote from the classic 1998 movie Primary Colors. In this scene, Henry, Daisy, and Richard (Billy Bob Thornton) are laying in a hotel bed watching a news report. Henry says "I just wanted to believe so badly that he's the next Kennedy." And Richard says, eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's, "Son, what you've got there, is a roaming case of TB."
Henry replies hurriedly, "Why do I have a feeling you're not referring to tuberculosis?" Richard continues as if Henry had said nothing, "TB, True Believerism. You see, Henry, you don't want to see, you want to believe, in him, in everything, hell, you want it to be so 'cuz it makes you feel all warm inside."
I will note I cleaned up a large portion of that quote, Its an R rated movie, and it has Billy Bob Thornton in it. It was unavailable on the Internet, so i was paraphrasing.
Now this leads into my point.
People need to start using some (un)common sense when they watch film, television, play video games, view pictures, especially from magazines. This leads me to the next induction into the Hall of Fantasy, Kobe's Aston Martin leap.
All I've heard for the last 16 or so hours is how awesome this is, and debating the fact of its "realitude." Can people understand advertising? I'm sure this is one of a long series of fake YouTube-style stunts, meant to show you just how much better these athletes are than you, Mr. really bad brick layin' free throw guy (no Derrick Rose pun intended... ok, I lied). This is not the first. Remember this LeBron ad?
In a broader sense, we fail to realize is that what we think in the end really matters more then we would like to think. See Steve Bartman.
So the next time you see a movie that says its based on a true story, enjoy the movie as if it were fiction, then check the google. It's not hard. Just do what I try to do. Question everything you see. Like, why are the Lakers named so when they have no lakes in the L.A. area? Because ... googlies. Because the franchise was relocated from Minneapolis. See, that wasn't so hard. (For what it's worth, I actually knew that one.)
I'm not saying you can't enjoy the form of media that takes liberties with little things like facts.
Just don't expect me to take it laying down when you hit me with the magic bullet theory as an actual real-world defense for why you think John F. Kennedy was assassinated by another gunman.