Finally a football movie that combines slobs-versus-snobs approach with weaponized, Jerry Richardson-grade anti-union sentiment. Yes, it's comedy, and yes Keanu Reeves is involved.
In which the director of Superman once again returns to a classic, mythic theme: a bartender who makes the Golden State Warriors with the help of a ragtag group of circa-1980 stereotypes.
In which Whoopi Goldberg inherits a Knicks team with Greg Ostertag and Dwayne Schintzius on it and leads it to the playoffs. It's not a documentary, and James Dolan still thinks Isiah Thomas would've done a better job.
The New Yorker did the world a favor by unlocking John McPhee's legendary profile of Bill Bradley, who was then at Princeton and seemingly bound for basketball immortality. There's a reason why this piece, more than most any other piece of basketball writing, has endured.
In which Joseph Bologna coaches the Phoenix Suns and doesn't ever quite get around to working out his extremely 1974, extremely serious race issues. It's a comedy!