Some funny things happened on the way to the greatest dynasty in the history of pro sports.
Twenty or 30 years ago, most sports fans regarded basketball as sissy stuff fit only for genteel young ladies in fashionable seminaries.
Cervi would hardly know what to do if he couldn’t run around and take sets and layups with the boys before the game, and he is quite sure he might go crazy if he had to sit on the bench all night, coaching only by remote control.
Joe Fulks today is the most-feared and most highly respected marksman in basketball.
The Caps are composed of four-fifths top-notch basketball players and one-fifth downright genius—the last being Robert Joseph Feerick
There’s no such thing with Gotty as taking a game in stride. He’s about as comfortable and acrobatic during a game as a worm on a hot griddle, grimacing and writhing about as if in the grip of death’s throes.
Meet the first prep-to-pro in NBA history.
It was all fun, sensational fun. Those were the days when we felt that everything we did was great.