Morris Sackett is a basketball star with undoubted talent, but my gosh don't he know it. He has money, fame, a pop star girlfriend...and this is the classic Marvel formula, isn't it? Just like Stark or Strange or Thor, an arsehole who has it all is about to acquire superpowers, and be taught a lesson into the bargain. The method is fairly standard (terrigenesis, back when that had overtaken mutants as the easy way to do it), but the choice of power is intriguing – Morris becomes intangible, able to do something between merging with and possessing others, retaining some of their memories and abilities as he jumps on to another host, but with them also remembering some of his. This is much more readily a villain power than a hero one, and even by the end of the collection he's not quite anything you'd call a superhero yet, even if his opponents are definitely worse - one of the details which contributes to an echo of that seventies Marvel feel, when the company's world was growing darker, starting to question itself. This really comes out when Morris encounters Spidey and, even after he gets the 'with great power' line, isn't terribly impressed by it. In general, too, one of the big strengths of the book is a nice sense of how normal MU people relate to the stuff we usually read about (somewhere between celebrity news and roadworks). There's also an undercurrent, all the more powerful for never being hammered home, of disgust at how pro sports have become another way for America's owners to buy and sell black flesh.