I drew a lot of artwork back in the day with the idea of getting it published in the "Art Gallery" section of Sports Illustrated for Kids. But I only finished some of it and, more notably, submitted none of it.
Why? Because no one wants to stuff their masterpieces in an envelope and toss them in a mailbox, potentially never to be seen again. And (of course) because I knew, if I stashed them away for a few decades instead, they'd eventually make a grade-A #FlashbackFriday blog post.
Good call, young self. Good call.
Midway through coloring the "B": Why am I drawing Bo Outlaw?
My Dad's favorite Celtic great from before my day...
...and a "great" Celtic from my day (arms drawn appropriately flabby).
The would-be GOAT drawn in pen (ballsy!).
Look at his face – I drew him as if he knew he couldn't live up to being the no. 1 pick.
The Mailman, delivering.
We interrupt this hoops nostalgiafest for everykid'sfavoritebaseballplayerinthe90s.
The pressure of drawing Larry Bird was (apparently) too much.
I coined that "nickname" myself.
The actual GOAT.
Mugsy [sic], looking pensive.
The angle of Patrick's dunk attempt here is preposterous.
Perfect form, but (apparently) no hops.
Was 'Reef ever quick enough to justify all those action lines?
Fun fact: Stephon Marbury's right leg has no bones.
...Cereal mascots? Sure, why not.
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