The 50 Best Dunks in NBA History (Video)

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OK, we acknowledge that MJ was peripheral in this posterization, but can you blame non-Chicago fans tired of being dominated for latching onto some Bull-shit?

Wade took the most devilish-looking man in the NBA to church on this one.

Word to Colorado, this right here is how Kobe learned to rattle the rim.

Some people just weren't ready for the Latin Explosion. "Wipe the spit off" indeed.

The last time Smith felt this small and embarrassed, he'd just been traded from LeBron's Cavs to the Oklahoma City Thunder.

The initials TT could not be more fitting, as 'Melo straight took Thomas' manhood like sexual reassignment surgery.

Hey Marco, you know you're supposed to put your own team on your back, right?

"Serving up a facial on Yao Ming!" says marvelous Marv Albert. And now you know the ancient Asian secret to young skin.

The Big Fundamental forgets fundamental number one—when crotch is flying at your face, duck.

This and being selected first overall in the 2001 NBA Draft day are probably the only moments Brown will cherish from his lackluster career. Unless Michael Jordan calling him a "flaming f*ggot" did something for the masochist in him.

Cooper won an NBA defensive player of the year award. It was not for this.

After you enjoy the rest of his plays, check out number one. Jordan's idol, David "Skywalker" Thompson, got crazy high in the ABA and NBA. On the court, too!

Now Dampier can say he's been to Dahntay's peak.

Not only does MJ step foot in the House of Mutombo, he drops a deuce on the carpet.

Perhaps jealous that Nash won an MVP trophy before him, Kobe gives him the award for "Most Violated Phoenician."

Shaq one-ups the O.G. of backboard-breaking by tearing EVERYTHING down. They don't call him The Diesel 'cause he's gassy.

Sir Charles? At 0:40, MJ treats him like the court jester. Ye of the inferior hops, amuse us on your posterior!

Bradley isn't much of a looker, so we understand why so many NBA dunkers made him their bottom bitch.

Cato must have been on suicide watch after this one, 'cause nobody who wants to live steps in front of a full-speed Diesel.

Gibson never had the chance to properly tell Wade how upset he was that Dwyane didn't join the Bulls in Chicago. Watch the entire video for a second vicious slam that might be even more ridiculous than the first.

Boozer tries to run operation CB on Price, but he still gets it in on him.

Shaq once asked Kobe to tell him how his ass tastes. Griffin slightly altered that question for Timofey Mozgov.

Any time the play-by-play guys say that a player can be "savage," you know that's a facial. Or that you're in a KKK meeting.

The last time we saw something this pretty bouncing off the glass, we spent $300 in singles.

After Army brat Shaq blew up his spot, The Admiral's dinghy sprung a leak.

"Chocolate Thunder" named this dunk the "Chocolate-Thunder-Flying, Robinzine-Crying, Teeth-Shaking, Glass-Breaking, Rump-Roasting, Bun-Toasting, Wham-Bam, Glass-Breaker-I-Am-Jam." Yeah, that sounds about right.

This was the moment when Kandy Man's nickname was forever changed to Kandi-Ass.

What kinda bum-ass defense was Portland playing? We've seen better box-outs on Skid Row.

Forget smooth and graceful Clyde, there's nothing but power in this offensive onslaught. Lame-beer lives up to his name by begging for the tech afterward.

Before Smith ran off to China and started putting up Kevin Love numbers, he was spending time in the NBA embarrassing dudes on national television. 

Just like fearful conservatives said, you let one Gay in and soon they're bringing all the dudes around them to their knees.

Hakeem's Dream just turned into a nightmare, like when Scar-Jo whips a thick one out on us.

Yarbrough gets an "A" for effort, but he should've just stopped after getting his ankles broken by the behind-the-back move. This was as dominating as the A-game Kobe brings to Colorado.

The Answer to the question you never asked is that height ain't nothin' but a number, but the humiliation of being dunked on, then ridden by the smallest guy on the court is 100% real.

One cent isn't shit, but Penny putting Mitchell on his ass is straight up priceless.

King me? Not quite, Damon. But he did put the crown jewels on ya.

Not even on a dunk facials list can you ride a man nicknamed "Hot Rod" without taking a timeout. Triple-pause that, KJ!

C-Webb treats his former idol Sir Charles like ground Chuck.

Foster's—American for emasculation.

AK-47 must've been low on ammo, 'cause B-Diddy just fed him a banana clip.

Now you know what Patrick Chewing's got in his mouth.

Dudley has political science and economic degrees from Yale, but after going through a course of posterization and disrespect in front of the Lakers girls, he also has a major in humiliation.

White men can jump! Just not as high.

"Mama, there goes that man!" Yes, Mark, he's tea-bagging you again.

The way Wade put Varejao's legs up, you'd think he was Gabrielle Union. Hey, the hair would've fooled us too.

If white men can't jump, they sure can leap the fuck over someone and embarrass them in the hood for all eternity.

That's not a New York nick—Pip left him with a gash.

After a sonning like that, Kemp should add Lister's mom to his monthly child support payments.

Superman, there's a Black Mamba on your shoulder! Oh no, that's just Kobe sexing your ear.

No, this wasn't during a league game, but it's the reason Weis was too shook to ever play in the NBA. VC's nuts dragging across your forehead will do that to a man.