Just as he did as a player, Reed threw himself wholeheartedly into the job.
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The Imminent Decline and Fall of the New York Knicks, 1975
Basketball may be the No. 1 sport in New York, but the Knicks no longer will be kings of the NBA.
The Last Hurrah for Dave DeBusschere, 1974
If you had to describe in one sentence the way DeBusschere plays, it would be this: He plays like a man trying to bring on a coronary.
The First and Final Year of Bill Bradley, 1973
It isn’t easy to strip away the superlatives, to assess Bill Bradley calmly, to look at both the veteran pro and the rookie pol.
The NBA’s Five Toughest Arenas, 1975
Despite the inexorable march of progress, some places in the league are still tougher to play in than others.
Joe Lapchick: Down Memory Lane, 1969
There is no bitterness in the man because he played in a time when the game was not appreciated, and the rewards were relatively few.
George Gervin: Chillin’ with The Iceman, 1988
[No intro needed for George Gervin. His many career achievements and chill image precede him. In this article, which ran in the April 1988 issue of Basketball Digest, Glenn Rogers of the San Antonio Express newspaper checks in with the 35-year-old Iceman to mark an upcoming city-wide ceremony to fete their retired pro basketball heroContinue reading “George Gervin: Chillin’ with The Iceman, 1988”
Edgar Jones: Living the Early 1980s in ‘The Zone’
“Behind his B.S., Edgar Jones is a hard-working player who wants to win very badly.”
New Jersey Americans: One Season and Done, 1968
The court, the regulation 94-feet long, had a big white star in the center, inside concentric circles of red and blue. New Jersey’s first pro basketball team, one year away from becoming the New York Nets, would be called the Americans.
Moses Malone: The Indestructible Sixer, 1984
Moses Malone was the hard hat—6-foot-11, 255 pounds of steel-driving man. He showed up in overalls every night. And when everybody else was wobbly with fatigue, he was the guy still pounding rivets, drenched in sweat, a fierce scowl on his face.
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