Have you ever yelled "Click-clack!" after tackling someone?
Do you consider Space Jam a cinematic masterstroke? Is there a pair of PF Flyers sitting in your attic?
If you answered "yes" to any of these questions, you've come to the right place.
Today is about us—the 20-something-year-old sports fans going through a weird, transitionary part of life where the world says we're people, but we're still not entirely comfortable with that idea.
We're a generation in flux, and while they can stuff us in offices, bury us in debt and tell us to be grateful—they can't take our memories.
With that said, these are the sports memories of a 25-year-old fan who still believes the apex of life involves a pair of Reebok Pumps and high-fiving Muggsy Bogues. Maybe some of them will be your memories, too.