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.
One thing Connie Hawkins will do for Phoenix is solidify the franchise overnight. No team can exist for long in the NBA today without a superstar, and Connie Hawkins fills the gap at Phoenix.
It was a clash of egos that couldn’t be avoided.
Can 80 percent of the old Baylor and an injury-haunted Jerry West revive a budding dynasty?
In an era where star athletes dole out their signatures for money, barely nodding or smiling at the purchaser, Barkley is a throwback. He grins and chats, seeking conversations with the littlest ones in the rear who are too shy to call out his name.
The Warriors were sputtering in their early games, but Chamberlain was ripping up the record book like a barracuda with a can of tuna.
The superstars get the headlines, and nobody knows it better than Harold Hairston, the 6-foot-7 forward of the Los Angeles Lakers.
West sighed wistfully. “All season, other players said things about me which I read in the newspapers or heard on radio and TV which I couldn’t believe. They were so complimentary as to build up my ego enormously.”
Lamar Green remembered: “In came this little kid, and he had his fingers all taped up and his wrist taped. I wasn’t going to say anything, but the other kids started laughing at him, saying who did he think he was, the Hawk or somebody?”
There it is. A scouting report on the NBA entering the 1969-70 season.