This game is narrated by your dad.
I don’t know about you, but watching sports with my dad is like listening to a narcoleptic play the bassoon for a really angry dude. Someone falls asleep while the other person shouts sporadic commands. If you want to see someone become truly emotionally invested in something, put a father in front of a sports game. Amirite? They make lots of noise! AMIRITE??
This is the style of banter the makers of NBA: Give ‘n Go were clearly going for. Let’s see how they compare to the real thing!
Situation: They scored a goal!
Real dad: Yes!!
Fake dad: Oh! Basket!
Situation: Dude’s about to shoot.
Real dad: Shooot!
Fake dad: Shoot!
Situation: Dude’s got a clear shot.
Real dad: ZOMG!
Fake dad: Open J!
Situation: Dude dunked that shit!
Real dad: Booyah!
Fake dad: Wow! Whaddya got?! JAM!!
Overal rating: Probably not so accurate. Real dad’s aren’t that ridiculously 90s.
This game is pretty good though, if you ignore the fucktard trying to act like he’s got hip-hop enthusiasm. As usual, the strategy is this: charge the net and dunk. NO ONE will stop you.