Things all came together for Scott in March, when he averaged more than 19 points a game—including 25 points or more on four occasions—to go with 3.5 rebounds and slightly more than two assists a contest.
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Rolando Blackman: Steady as He Goes, 1991
“It’s an incredible thrill for me to be in this position,” Blackman says. “Believe me, nobody is more surprised to see me here than I am. I feel like I’m living out a dream.”
Jack Ramsay: On Clyde Drexler, 1994
Drexler, like the Energizer battery bunny, still is going . . . and going . . . and going.
Hubie Brown: How to Watch the NBA, 1994
Let’s go inside the game in the 1990s NBA.
Harold Miner: Turning Up the Heat, 1994
Cool Harold has proven that he has no problem turning up the heat on the basketball court. When he learns how to keep the fire burning, to bring the smoldering style of his favorite soft jazz musicians like Grover Washington, Jr. to the basketball court, he’ll become more than just a sideshow at future NBA All-Star games.
Chris Webber’s Growing Pains, 1996
They slap hands, and Webber heads for the locker room, where he straps on an ice pack, sits by his locker, and talks about his ultimate goal in life, the one above basketball, the one above everything. “I want to be a man of the people,” he says.
The Unarrested Development of Gheorghe Muresan, 1997
“If I wasn’t playing basketball,” he says, “I am not sure what I would be doing. When I stop playing, I am not sure. It doesn’t matter. For now, I am basketball player.”
Bill Laimbeer: The Interview, 1991
He’s easily the most-despised player in the NBA, and one of the most-hated athletes ever to play professional sports. That is, when he’s not performing in front of the home crowd.
Tim Hardaway: Crosses Over to the NBA Elite, 1991
lready, learned observers are starting to ease him into the NBA point guard pantheon with Magic, Isiah, Kevin Johnson, and John Stockton.
Sacramento Kings: Run, NBA, Run, 1999
Their high-octane offense played at Concorde-like speed with laser-precision passing, conjured memories of 1980s hoops. It was Showtime on the West Coast all over again. Run. Pass. Shoot. At 78 rmps, it was, well, Magical.
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