There was a time, before Zach LaVine and Victor Oladipo came along, when it seemed like the dunk contest had run out, or wrung itself out. Competitors were still jumping over cars—helpfully provided by NBA sponsors, as luck would have it— and attempting to use cupcakes as props and otherwise leveraging slam dunks as a powerful way to interact with their favorite brands, but a certain light had gone out. Where was the invention? Where was the soul, and the silliness? Where were the misbegotten alley-oops that were 1) mushed viciously by the dunker off the oop-er's face, 2) caromed high into the air, and then 3) settled comfortably through the rim while the two would-be dunkers dissolve into incredulous giggles?Anyway, we found it. It was in a living room and some kids were doing it. Everything's fine, carry on.H/T to Patrick Sauer and Dan Rollman for the link.