Growing up as a kid, I was always a big time basketball fan, whether it'd be shooting hoops in the driveway, or watching games on TV and hoping my dad would let me stay up past my bed time. I became obsessed with Michigan’s Fab Five team, adopted them as my own, and made my mother go out and buy me as much Michigan gear as a little kid could wear at the same time.
While I liked the entire Fab Five as a whole, the one player that stood out to be above and beyond was Chris Webber. I had an unhealthy relationship with Chris Webber as a child.
While most kids were in their driveway or local park yelling out "MJ!" when they took a shot, I was always calling "WEBBER!" on my shots. I would stay in my driveway practicing my Webber moves, have the clock ticking down, and of course, C-Webb always hit the game winner on my court – never calling a timeout in crunch time. I would put the hoop down as low as it would go and practice my tomahawk Webber dunks.