I have this memory from my childhood. This was before I knew what basketball was, before the OKC Thunder were even a twinkle in the eye of Clay Bennett, and definitely before I moved to Seattle and had to hide my Thunder fanhood in a closet.
It’s a memory of a castle – a castle made of Legos. This thing was the very coolest castle. It had four turrets mounted with twelve little, unnecessarily sharp flags. In it was a town, replete with little shops and little buildings and little criminals in little stocks. There was an honest-to-goodness moat, filled with honest-to-goodness alligators.