That's all I hear from you people. Love to kick 'em while they're down and brag about how cool they were when you decided to like them. "Wah-wah-wah they were good back when I was a kid. Wah-wah-wah Bill Walton. Wah-wah-wah Clyde Drexler..." God, go play Bulls vs. Blazers on your Genesis and reminice while I'm feasting on Chalupas and watching Sebastian Telfair hit Travis Outlaw with the behind the back alley-oop for the two handed slamma-jamma.
And as far as your costuming is concerned I recommend something with robes and lots and lots of trunk jewelry. Kind of Isaac Hayes meets Mr. T. Or you could always rock it like "that-
crazy-lady-from-the-Whitewater-trial":