He was only with the Wolves for one season -- 69 games, five starts -- but for some reason we can't shake the memory of James "Hollywood" Robinson, who would be just another forgotten Wolves player, one more name in the guard graveyard, if it wasn't for a few key facts: 1) The nickname. James was his given name, but seriously: If you had a choice between that and Hollywood, what would you choose?

2) His one season was the first year the Wolves made the playoffs in franchise history. Kevin Garnett, Stephon Marbury and Tom Gugliotta carried the mail, but everyone was along for the ride.

3) Dec. 30, 1996.

We remember clearly watching that game. We would have to imagine we were watching it on the old Midwest Sports Channel, which will always have a place near and dear in our heart. We remember almost giving up on it. The Wolves, after all, were down 31 at the end of three quarters. They were on the road at Cleveland, and they were 12-17 heading into the game. But we were 20 years old at the time, it was a Monday night and we very likely had nothing else better to do. This was before we had a cell phone. It was a decade before this blog started. It was more than that long before Twitter grabbed ahold of everyone. We were paying exactly $207.50 in rent, going to college sharing an apartment with Rocket. His room was the living room. Our room was the actual bedroom. This was decided at the start of the year via a heated game of rock-paper-scissors. Our stove essentially exploded one day, likely while we were in the midst of preparing a classic meal of canned chili and microwave burritos. Were we living the dream? Debatable.

Not up for debate: Hollywood put up 23 points in a 10-minute stretch of the fourth quarter, his only 10 minutes of the game. He made 6 of 7 three-pointers, some of which we swear were from 30 feet away. He pulled the Wolves, if memory serves (can't find a play-by-play of the game) to within six points of Cleveland with a little under two minutes left.

it remains one of the more remarkable individual efforts we have seen from a Minnesota athlete, particularly because it came out of nowhere. We thought about it yesterday as the Clippers were rallying against Memphis. When Nick Young rained in those three treys to get them within striking distance, it was like Hollywood all over again. This time, of course, it came in a victory.