Last week I was browsing Twitter (as I often do) when someone tweeted about their love of Space Jam and how no movie collection was complete with out it. She then mentioned that she didn’t own it and that it was no wonder why she was single.
For me the best part about Space Jam was that it lead the Harvard Sports Analysis Collective to compile this box score from the final game. But I’m weird like that.
Now, I thought to my self, “Self (cause that’s what I call my self), she’s looking at this all wrong. It’s like Cinderella. She needs to find that person that already HAS Space Jam.”
Which lead me to look for images from Cinderella of the prince putting on the glass slipper so that I could Photoshop Space Jam over the slipper. I didn’t find any that I was happy with, but it did lead me to finding another image which, in turn, lead to this creation.
That in turn lead to a spring board into the shallow end of super imposing Space Jam into other romantic comedies.
It was this last one that prompted a response from the gal. It turns out that Love Actually is one of her best friend’s favorite movies and she wanted a copy specifically for her. I said that wasn’t a problem as the heavy lifting (setting up the image) had already been done. All I needed was something to put into the two boxes on the right. Seeing as how she was the writer and I’m not, I asked what she wanted it to say.
“She’s an Oakland sports fan so something pertaining to that would be great.”
Wonderful. Let’s let the least romantic person on the face of God’s green earth take a swing at this.
They say write what you know, and being an economist, that’s where I started.
Ok, that’s probably not what she had in mind. Take 2.
I’m starting to feel all warm and fuzzy, but then again I’m single so this probably isn’t the right approach.
It’s Raider related, but it sounds like something someone wearing a polyester leisure suite with their hair slicked back that lives in a van down by the river would say.
It was 3 am, leave me alone!
Then inspiration struck. Why rack my brain trying to come up with something new when I can steal from the best.
Of course none of these compares to the result of my favorite time I was playing with Photoshop and designed the cover for the contest to my friend Collin’s book The Mathematics of Poker. I’m still convinced I lost because I changed the title. >:(