Dr.J

I watched that dunk unfold. The angry, aggressive beauty of Dr. J cradling that ball and mind and body in unison to rip the rim off. Michael Cooper did the right thing, which adds elegance to the respect for the dunk. Like, he rolled out a Sixers red, white and blue carpet for royalty floating through the air above. He could smell the visciousness, he had no choice.

The look on Dr. J's face is beautiful. At that moment, he was alone with the ball and the rim. The rim is the obstacle. He was going through it ferociously. The vibe, the eruption of Philly post posterization of Michael Cooper. William Penn stood atop City Hall and shed a tear out of respect for the Doctor, doing the city right. Uptown and South Street were out of their seats. I'm sure some beer was spilled on beer soaked floors of the taverns and corner bars.

Philly love, love born from an appreciation of grimy aggression...a ball cradling dunk by the Doc. The city blocks were hot, paper baggers took a swig, Rocky paused from punching the beef. I like to think many cans of Ballantine Ale, or Schmidts or PBR were raised to the sky. Anything grimy, workmanlike, given as a salute to the sacrifice Michael Cooper endured so the City could erupt and beat Showtime. 1983 Lakers@Sixers "Rock the Baby"