Welcome to the Space Jam

We’re a week away from Halloween, which means I attended my first Halloween party of the year last weekend.

I’m usually not one to go wild with a costume. It never turns out as good as I picture it, and it can become quite costly if you’re not careful.

For this party, I went as a Tune Squad player from the movie Space Jam.

To add extra flair, I wore a long brown wig. I’m not entirely sure why. I spent the evening spitting wisps of hair out of my mouth, which is less than ideal.

Welcome to the Space Jam

I watched Space Jam a LOT as a child. There was one February when I watched it every single day.

Yes, I know February is the shortest month, but can you imagine spending 2,464 minutes watching the same thing over a four-week span? That’s wild.

There are many continuity errors, goofs, or just weird occurrences in this movie.

Several involve Charles, the family dog. Here he is tackling Michael Jordan, but he becomes a stuffed animal as he does so.

And here Charles somehow gets into a locked closet and then re-closes the door before chowing down on MJ’s shorts.

There are plenty of silly inside jokes in this movie, too, that continue to crack me up.

Bill Murray says the producer gave him a ride to the final game against the Monstars — and he’s actually friends with the producer, Ivan Reitman. Murray is also referred to as Dan Aykroyd, a nod to Ghostbusters.

Daffy Duck suggests naming the Tune Squad “The Ducks,” and Bugs Bunny asks, “What kind of Mickey Mouse organization would name their team the Ducks?” — a shot at Disney, who owned the Mighty Ducks. Later, Daffy kisses his own butt, which is branded with the Warner Bros. logo.

In fact, the entire IMDb trivia page is pretty spectacular.

Put it all together, and Space Jam is the highest-grossing basketball film ever, earning a bit more than $230 million.

It also made me wonder what would happen if I ever suddenly became unskilled at some of the things I routinely do.

It’s kind of scary to think about. Could you imagine? You’re a good singer or salesperson, or even just good at high-fiving. Then, all of a sudden, that skill is gone.

Luckily, the Monstars don’t actually exist in our world (at least, I don’t THINK they do). So, that scenario might still be far-fetched.

In any case, take a moment to compliment yourself on what you’re great at. And may your week not end up like this: