That “something more” that Rowe possesses is his adaptability, his willingness to play both ends of the floor, and his sense of perspective, both on and off the court.
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Dave Bing: Sight, Sealed, and Delivered, 1971
Unlike others around him, Bing said he has no fear about returning. The doctors have assured him that playing basketball will not cause a reoccurrence of the injury.
Otto Moore: Appetite to Play, 1970
Since that pivotal night of January 2, Otto has averaged 17.4 points and 15 rebounds a game. If the latter number were projected over the whole season, it would be the same as the NBA’s third-ranked board man, a fellow named Lew Alcindor.
Bob Lanier: Bum Knee, Bad Rap, 1970-71
The curious thing is that skinny Otto Moore is saving the Pistons—saving their center position and even saving Lanier from further embarrassment. Who would have thought that . . .
Reggie Harding: The Original Detroit Bad Boy, 1972
By the end of the season, the Pistons had fined Reggie nearly $3,000 of his $15,000 a year salary and suspended him indefinitely. “After Reggie made the professional league,” his wife Nadine said, “he felt he was ‘The Man’ now, and no one had the right to tell him what to do.”
Dave Bing: Going Through Changes, 1970
Pain has become a constant in Dave Bing’s basketball life. Even in the 1968-69 season—his third NBA campaign in which he went through multiple changes—bodily ache remained a verity of his working hours.
Jimmy Walker: Play It Again Sam, 1968
“All I saw or heard was how inconsistent I was playing. But the only way I can play consistently is to have consistent time, and for the last two years, it hasn’t been.”
Kelly Tripucka: Two Crazy Nights in January 1983
“Hey, it has to come from the heart,” Tripucka said, poking himself in the chest. “If you can’t be excited about a game like this, if it doesn’t give you any kind of thrill, you’ve got absolutely no business in the game.”
Ray Scott: Making It Through the Night, 1973
Ray Scott emerges from the dressing room and is engaged in conversation by a few reporters. Ain’t it bad to be alone?
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.
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