[If you remember, in certain cases, these books actually ended badly for the heroes. Maybe next time, you'll vote differently.]

You take a step toward ‘Nique, who directs you toward the awaiting locker. He nods, and you enter…when the Human Highlight Film grabs the back of your head and shoves you into the locker! “What’re you doing, Mr. Wilkins?!”

“I’m supposed to shove you in! You’re not supposed to step inside yourself!” He slams the door, knocking you into the back of the cramped space. This wasn’t made for someone of your height. It’s hot in here – you start to sweat.

“Mr. Wilkins? Is this – is this supposed to be help -”

“You had it all, Joe! Can’t you see that!? Do you know what I would have given up to play on a team like the Suns, Joe? Are you listening to me? Do you know I’m one of only 12 players to score over 25,000 points in their career? Do you know that I’m not even in the Hall of Fame? Do you see why? Do you understand? Do you see?!?!? ”

“I can’t see anything, Mr. Wilkins! I can’t! It’s all dark in here!” You start banging on the door – you’d do anything to get out of this horrible place and back to your mansion (with no championship banners)! But you’re locked in – you’re trapped! There’s no out clause! “Mr. Wilkins!!!! Help me!!!!”

“See you in 5 years and 70 million dollars, Joe. You should have quite a weekend, playing the Raptors tonight and ooo…the SUNS on Sunday.”

You hear Dominique walk off and out of the room. You’re all alone. You’re all alone.

You’re all alone.

(But you’re rich.)

THE END

[Yesterday was a close vote, meaning you people like phone calls better than mystical lights, dancing, and Lost. Maybe this should be YAYsports! Chooses Your Adventure For You.]

You back away from the light. “Get away from me! I’m boring!” you yell, “I’m going to miss going on a wild adventure that could change my life so that I can call a retired basketball player and talk about being a 2-win basketball team!”

As the light fades away, you pull out your cell phone and dial ‘Nique. If he’ll just forgive you for all that has become of the franchise, maybe it will help you in some way. It rings twice, and the Human Highlight Film himself comes on the line. “Hello?”

“Mr. Wilkins? This is Joe Johnson.” There’s nothing but silence on the other end. “Mr. Wilkins? I – I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize for what, Joe?”

You swallow hard. “For everything, Mr. Wilkins.” You hear a click. He hung up on you? Oh, no…no…

You feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, and it’s him! It’s Dominique Wilkins! He looks kind, but serious. “Thank you for that, Joe. I’d like to help you, Joe.”

“Help me? For real?”

“Yes, Joe. We simply can’t have more losses like the ugly one against the Heat last night, Joe. The damn hawk didn’t even fly off the guy’s hand, Joe.”

“Why do you keep saying my name like that, Mr. Wilkins?”

You get nervous, as ‘Nique opens a locker and looks you over a couple times. “You’re going to have to let me stuff you in this locker, Joe. Everything will be clear after that, Joe. I promise, Joe.”