To me, Allen Iverson is basketball. Before Lebron James and before the mandatory dress code, Iverson was the face of basketball. Yeah there was Kobe but if you were anything like me then you had a penchant for the scruffy, free-wheeling underdog over the prim and proper gloss of Kobe and his loathsome Lakers! I first started watching the NBA in the 2000-2001 season. Those 5 games of the Finals match-up between the Philadelphia Sixers and Los Angeles Lakers were the first NBA games I ever watched. I was mesmerized by this sports figure that was unlike any other I’d ever seen. Sure, it was amazing the way this guy, who was shorter than me, bolted around those behemoths, breaking ankles and popping fade-away jumpers in everyone’s face, but it wasn’t just that, this guy was street, he was rebellious, he was overly confident, he was bad-to-the-bone feisty and just downright pugnacious. Essentially I found something that I loved! By watching Iverson, I had found Rock and Roll in Basketball and was hooked from then on out.