I never met a person with the integrity of Franklin Mieuli. When I die, I want it to say on my tombstone: ‘Frankin, I owe you one.’”
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Rick Barry: Why I Want Out of the ABA, 1970
One day, I hope all this will be settled in court. Maybe the merger will help. Maybe then Franklin can do something to get me back where I belong. Meanwhile, all I can do is hope—one, that my knee holds up and, two, that I can go back home.
Bill Sharman Sends Warriors on Warpath, 1967
Sharman, a sharp observer as a well as one of the finest shooters in the history of basketball, knew all about Auerbach’s methods and had a number of ideas of his own.
Rick Barry: Telling It Like It Is, 1967
For me, basketball has always been fun. Under Bill Sharman, it was no fun.
Franklin Mieuli: Phantom of the Hardwood, 1973
He was sitting in his office, which has a brick wall on one side and no window. Its motif is abstract clutter. Somehow it reflects Franklin.
Billy McGill: Over the Hill, In the Valley, and Rising Up Again, 1977
McGill was back on the street. He called Walter Kennedy, then the NBA commissioner, asking whether he had any pension funds due him. He did not; he had not played long enough. “I called collect,” he said, “and I had to look around for a dime.
Alvin Attles Works Miracles, 1974
There are times when it seems that the only real adult in the organization is the head coach. Defeats come and defeats go, but Alvin Attles, age 38, stays cool.
Rick Barry: Tales of a Happy Warrior, 1974
“I had commitments to Franklin Mieuli and the Warriors,” recalls Barry, “and also to Roy Boe and the Nets. It was a difficult situation to be in.”
Nobody Knows Nate Thurmond, 1973
What is there to say about Nate Thurmond except that he works very hard and always gets his job done.
Rick Barry: He Lost a Battle and Won the War, 1968
There is no record of any NBA player ever having successfully played out his option, although the discontent among the NBA players has been a matter of public knowledge for years.
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