Granted, back when balling was slang for intercourse and basketball was scrawny guys in tight shorts bounce-passing up and down the hardwood, this game would have seemed surreal. But that doesnt diminish the fun, cash, and flash of these one-on-one contests of ego deflation set on the sprawling estates of the pros. The best-of-three, 11-point games favor offensive play in which you chain together combo movespass the ball to a pal (or, in the parlance of the streets, a dawg) on the sidelines, to yourself off the glass, or just alley-oop off the other players forehead. The more you humiliate your rival, the higher your juice and house meters riseculminating in a shot at a game-ending, backboard-smashing slam. Eighty-four hyper-detailed players are represented, or you can create your own baller and go rags-to-riches, racking up pimp-wear and Scarface-worthy real estate. Why play H-O-R-S-E in the driveway when you can purchase a whole stable of hos winning this game?