Baylor feels he’ll be back in stride again now. Although he’s never won the President’s Cup as the NBA Most Valuable Player as voted by the athletes, Baylor has always been a top contender. He could capture the coveted prize this year if he regains as much bounce as the Lakers hope and expect.
Tag Archives: Bill Russell
Oscar Robertson: As Bob Cousy Sees Him, 1965
“Oscar is the greatest,” Cousy states. “There are none better.” That’s the word from the man who wrote the book on the position that both play so well.
Red Auerbach: Welcome to the NBA, Patrick Ewing, 1985
The point is, if the Knicks think they’re getting a finished, polished ballplayer, they’re crazy. I just hope they don’t expect too much too soon.
Wilt Chamberlain vs. Bill Russell: A Decade of Battle, 1969
Russell or Chamberlain? How do you like your steak—rare, medium, or well done?
Henry Finkel: Bill Russell’s Unfortunate Replacement, 1971
But it isn’t only Russell’s ghost. The problem is really Finkel himself. He is a quiet, gentle man, who never could hide in a crowd, not even when he was a youngster back in Union City, NJ.
How the Boston Celtics Established a Dynasty, 1976
The guiding hand behind those brilliant personnel decisions was, of course, Auerbach, the feisty, little, self-proclaimed “dictator” of the Celtics, who is still the club’s general manager and still producing winners. There is no longer a dynasty in Boston simply because no new Bill Russell has come along—and probably never will.
Slick Watts: The People’s Choice, 1977
Fast is what Watts is all about. Few players can change the tempo of a game the way he can.
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.
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.
Luke Jackson’s New Role, 1969
“I don’t feel any pressure now,” Jackson said just before reporting to camp. But the intonation of his voice made you doubt his words. Then, speaking more firmly, more positively, he added, “I’ll do my best. What more can I do?”
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