Barkley is the kind of player who leaves fans, as well as his peers, with their mouths agape with his passionate, unbridled renditions on the basketball court.
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Chuck Person: Person-al Touch, 1988
After every game, Person leans against his locker, ice bags hanging from all extremities. Although he’s got good size at 225 pounds, he invariably wears black-and-blue marks like merit badges.
Bill Laimbeer: Not Supposed to Be This Good, 1984
“Part of my success is that I anticipate shots well. On offense, for instance, I know my teammates. I know that when a guy is in a certain area, I can count on him shooting and can adjust my position accordingly. I also watch the ball.”
Ricky Sobers: The Bulls’ Man in the Clutch, 1982
“I was in legal limbo,” Sobers says. “I didn’t know whether I’d catch on with somebody one week after the season started or one week before the season ended.”
James Edwards: The NBA’s Next Super Giant? 1979
If Edwards produces as Leonard expects, a lot of NBA scouts may be hiding in the woods to avoid answering questions from their bosses. Edwards didn’t get selected in last year’s college draft until the third round.
Joe Barry Carroll: The Next Preeminent NBA Center? 1982
Talk is cheap, we suppose. Deuces and J.B Carrolls are not. Carroll wants to be alone. The Warriors don’t mind, as long as it’s at the top.
Big Bill Cartwright: The NBA’s Best Young Center, 1981
Cartwright is the nucleus around whom the Knicks are being rebuilt, the dominant center who is the key ingredient on any winning club.
Red Auerbach Rates Basketball’s Best Battlers, 1973
It brought back memories of Auerbach’s Celtic battlers of the past, of Russell breaking Jim Krebs’ jaw, of Loscutoff decking Dick Schnittker with one punch, and of Brannum flattening Dolph Schayes.
Red Auerbach: An Old Friend’s Telling You to Hang ‘Em Up, 1979
Heed those words, Red. Sit back, light up a cigar and relax. You don’t need the aggravation anymore.
Bill Sharman: The Shooter, 1965
What made Sharman’s shooting so remarkable was its purity. He shot with almost robot-like precision, his style so polished and precise that it seemed like an illustration for a book on how to play basketball.
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