Everyone focuses on the title screen's narrator who bellows out "Rubble Ribble!" but the whole entire game is littered with masterful chip-tuned voiceover work. The commentator demands that you "Go to the free throw line!" after every foul—yes, even offensive fouls, which aren't supposed to yield free throws, but do anyway. The sound of the players' sneakers cutting across the court sound like mating mice. Hell, even the color commentary is gold, like urging you to "block that shot" or randomly screaming out for fouls like a Tourette's patient.