This just made my day, a thousand times over. Funny how a simple piece of music can so successfully capture the feel of basketball in the ’90s – of MJ and Pip flat-out dominating everyone else for an entire decade, of GP and Kemp doing their thing, of the timeless Stockton-to-Malone pick and roll, of Patrick proudly standing taller than any skyscraper can in New York, of Reggie hitting all those blood-curdling jumpers, of Grant Hill’s early career, of the tragic what-coulda-been of Penny and Shaq.

And, of me as a teenager a world away and a decade ago, soaking it all in while falling in love with the game of basketball, spending every free moment I had shooting jumpers at the nearby Serangoon Gardens community center and obsessing over the arc of my shot or my layup step footwork.

I can’t even write this without getting teary eyed. Some of you may laugh at that, but those of you who get it… understand. Because for me, and for millions of kids out there like me I think, this song will always be the anthem and soundtrack of not just the NBA on NBC, or even of basketball, but of an entire decade of our lives.