Kerner comes to a basketball game looking, fittingly, likes the best-dressed man in the hall. He leaves looking more like Emmett Kelly, the clown.
The Warriors were sputtering in their early games, but Chamberlain was ripping up the record book like a barracuda with a can of tuna.
Holzman knows the game of basketball. And he probably knows it better now than back in 1957, when St. Louis fired him after a losing record.
Some people don’t think I’m rough enough. Well, I don’t intend to be goaded into a wrestling match. I’m playing basketball.