The other day I was surfing around cable when I came across this jewel, 3 Ninjas. I used to watch this movie all of the time when I was a kid. It was one of those movies when you finished you rewinded it as fast as possible to watch it again (did I mention I was a loser).
Anyway, completely forgot about the basketball game where Rocky and Colt take on the schoolyard thugs in a race to 10. I came away especially impressed with Rocky.
Big ups to whoever this kid's agent was. Not only did he squirrel his way out of millions of dollars, but he successfully deprived the entire world of perhaps the next Michael Jordan. I mean this kid is amazing. He's making no look shots seem effortless. He's dishing out some sweet dimes, coupled nicely with his mad handles. The best part is that he has to have at least, at least, a 54" vertical. If the fact that he is 5'4" (?) and touching glass isn't impressive, now he's taking off from the free throw line and skies three people? Come on man, sign him up. Every one would have wanted a piece of this kid: Coke, Nike, Gatorade...everybody. The kid's gonna be famous: he's tossin' out the first pitch of the World Series, hosting Saturday Night Live, playing golf with the Dalai Lama...pick your poison.
Instead, no. We squeeze three sub-par movies out of a kid who would have been an easy NBA lifer and hands down walk-in Hall of Famer.
If only the allure of being a ninja wasn't so incredibly cool.
The action heats up at the 1:50 mark.
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