The All-Time Houston Rockets Squad Begins With "The Dream"

SG: Clyde "the glide" Drexler (1995-1998)

Drexler is a terrible dancer and an even worse analyst. With Worrell still handling the play-by-play duties, he offers such gems as "gotta love the hustle of Luis Scola" and "oooh...that was a dunk by Tracy McGrady." His credentials as a player are self-explanatory.

The funny thing is, if you ask most diehard Rockets fans about Drexler's career, they conveniently leave out his 12 years in Portland. He has joked about it during Rockets broadcasts on several occasions. That says all you need to know about how much fans appreciate what Drexler has done on and off the court for Houston. Now, about that commentary...

SF: Shane Battier (2006-?)

I would not reverse the Rudy Gay trade if you paid me $1,000. Gay is loaded with talent and scores a meaty 20 points per game for the pathetic Memphis Grizzlies. However, I doubt the Rockets would be closer to a championship with Gay than they are with Battier.

A consummate professional, Battier is a lesson in how to keep a job without sporting jaw-dropping talent. He guards the opposing team's best scorer every night and knows that if he does his homework and makes that player's shots tough, he can live with the results.

Great players torch Battier sometimes, but it's never because they are getting easy shots. That people have criticized Battier for not scoring more points shows how flawed the Rockets depth has been the last two seasons.

PF: Robert Horry (1992-1996)

Horry will make a reserve appearance on my San Antonio Spurs team, also. That he would deserve mention on a Los Angeles Lakers list shows how his presence has impacted three locker rooms.

No Horry fan can deny that he has picked his teams well and benefited from playing with sure-fire Hall of Famers. I regard him worthy of Springfield consideration because of the championship expectation he has carried with him.

For some, hip-checking Steve Nash into the scorer's table will be Horry's lasting image. Not for me.

I will never forget standing by the tunnel at a Rockets game during the 1995 season. A timid kid overflowing with self-confidence issues, I hoped at least one player would stop and sign one of my trading cards.

Horry did. He waited graciously while I clumsily fished out his trading card and signed "to my boy Robbie." He patted my shoulder and smiled before walking off.

C: Moses Malone (1976-1982)

You're currently logged into Facebook

Do you want to share your Bleacher Report activity on Facebook?