During that era, we lost in every way possible. We were out-shot, out-hustled and out-dressed. Blown-out, buzzer-beaten and season-swept. We had teams that were thin on big men, and teams that were big on thin men. We lacked intangibles and lacked tangibles. We drafted busts, flops, DNPs and DUIs. We had more rebuilding years than Haiti. We lost with past-their-prime veterans (Bernard, Moses, MJ), with before-their-prime youngsters (Rasheed, Big Ben) and with the primeless (Terry Davis). We suffered bad coaching (Gar Heard was discovered at a mall!), bad contracts (Juwan Howard, a one-man Ponzi scheme), bad trades (Webber for Thorpe, Wallace for Austin, Blake for "Magic Beans") and bad injuries. More than anything, we suffered the injuries. We know all teams go through injuries; it’s part of the game. But over the years, we’ve had some truly freakish afflictions, like when Chris Whitney was diagnosed with Restless Legs Syndrome, or the time doctors discovered a colony of spiders living in Robert Pack’s knee, or when Ledell Eackles played through a paralyzed face, or when Christian Laettner lost his brave battle with menopause.That's just a little bit of what you'll find from Wizznutzz in their piece for SLAM Magazine. You can read an excerpt here and you can check out the whole thing in the latest edition of SLAM (it's the one with Jordan on the cover).