As a general rule, I avoid sports games. I imagine they are crafted with a good deal of care by people who are genuinely interested in the work they are doing, but sports games more complex than Wii Tennis simply go over my head. Part of it is because I'm simply terrible at them. Mostly it's because my interest in anything sports-related lies somewhere between Kim Kardahsian's latest tweet and the degree to which bacon-flavored chips actually taste like bacon.
As always, however, there are exceptions. Much of my gaming youth was spent frittering away time in the 2nd floor den (it sounds much more bourgeois than it was) of my boyhood chum's house, playing NBA Jam - due in no small part to the prospect of playing the greatest of hidden character: a man in a giant Hornets suit. Much to my glee, the On Fire Edition has kept the classic look and feel of NBA Jam, with all the excesses, humor, and large men who use their apparent superpowers for the most vain, unimportant purposes imaginable.