Okay, so picture this: you're Michael Jordan—yes, that Michael Jordan—but instead of dunking on the Bulls' rivals, you're running through weirdly apocalyptic Chicago streets chucking basketballs at mutant rats, robots, and... I think one boss was a giant slot machine? The controls are a little stiff, but there's something weirdly satisfying about bouncing hoops off enemies' heads like some kind of sports-themed superhero.

You start off rescuing your kidnapped NBA buddies (because of course that's the plot), and the game throws everything at you—platforming, weird power-ups, even a level where you're dodging falling anvils. It's janky, it's bizarre, and honestly? I kinda love it for that. Just don't expect NBA Jam.

This is peak '90s "let's slap a celebrity on a game" energy, and it's glorious in its own messy way.