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Larry Siegfried: Marching to the Beat of His Own Enigma, 1970

His demeanor has become a subject for conversation, pro and con. Just when you are about to consign him to the lower regions of Hades, he goes out on the basketball court and makes a mockery of his critics.

Earvin Johnson and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: How the Magic Really Works, 1981

When the Lakers boarded the plane for the flight to Philadelphia, Magic sat in the front row, left aisle—the seat usually occupied by Abdul-Jabbar. Magic looked back at Westhead and said, “Guess you have a new Big Fella, Coach.”

John Stockton: Utah’s Blue-Chipper, 1989

About all that remains for Stockton is to become more accustomed to star status. “He really hates the limelight,” says his older brother Steve. “He likes the recognition, but he doesn’t like some of the stuff that goes with it.”

Tom Gola: ‘Two Hank Luisettis Wrapped in One,’ 1962

The quiet, crewcut with a Johnny Murphy type of jaw and brown eyes is one of the most inconspicuous fellows on the floor. He is ready to sacrifice personal glory for team triumph.

Three Cheers and a Hoorah for Guy Rodgers

As quick as Allen Iverson is and as fast as he gets the ball up and down the court—and he’s one of the top five in the history of the NBA—number one is Guy Rodgers. That’s Nate “Tiny” Archibald saying that.

Darrell Armstrong: The King of Coffee Beans, 1999

“Hey, the league minimum, $350,000, is more money than I ever dreamed of making, Armstrong said. “But it’s nice to have some security in knowing that you can take care of things now and do things for your family.”

George McGinnis’ Thoughts on His Old ABA Colleagues, 1976

“People want to find out about these (ABA) guys. You know, if I had stayed my whole career with the ABA, that was something they’d always say about me. It probably would have been on my mind, too.”

Wilt Chamberlain: A Tribute, 1999

can’t find the box that has Chamberlain’s autograph in it. I’ve looked everywhere, but I’ll keep looking. I know it’s someplace. It really doesn’t matter that I don’t know where it is because I know I did have it once—just like we all had Wilt—and the memory is everlasting.