The crux of the problem is that it's nigh on impossible to defend, with your armoury restricted to little more than a half-hearted lunge or the occasional leap. No matter how realistic the stadia are, how accurate the players' faces look, how seamless - and occasionally amusing - the commentary is, no amount of gloss can justify a game that basically involves a tedious cycle of running up to a basket, sticking the ball in it, then watching your opponent do the same until you're told to stop. If the true test of a sports game is its two-player mode, then NBA fails. All of those things are true of NBA Live 2003, but none of them are enough to sustain anything more than a few hours of interest.
This year we're not going to get suckered into fawning over it just because it looks good, has plenty of options and delivers a game somewhere in the region of playable. No sooner is the game reviewed than the disc is tossed aside like so much used pornography. But do any of us ever play it? Do we bollocks.
We can safely say that it's a slam-dunking, hoop-busting extravaganza. Our enthusiasm has been mainly fuelled by the realisation that it offers a comprehensive representation of a game that we are largely unfamiliar with, replete with all the razzamatazz associated with high-profile American sports. We've traditionally been uncommonly generous to EA's annual basketball outing, regularly saddling it with all manner of plaudits.
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