Golden State Warriors – Page 2

Bernard King Takes New York, 1985

King has forged a good life for himself back home and, in the process, given New York basketball the transfusion it desperately needed.

Chris Webber’s Growing Pains, 1996

They slap hands, and Webber heads for the locker room, where he straps on an ice pack, sits by his locker, and talks about his ultimate goal in life, the one above basketball, the one above everything. “I want to be a man of the people,” he says.

Tim Hardaway: Crosses Over to the NBA Elite, 1991

lready, learned observers are starting to ease him into the NBA point guard pantheon with Magic, Isiah, Kevin Johnson, and John Stockton.

As Right as Clifford Ray, 1975

And through it all, Ray seeks one thing—respect—from his coach, from his teammates. And surely, from himself. “If you’re your own worst critic,” he feels, “you’ll always be all right.”

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.

Joe Hassett: A Sonar Salute, 1979 – 1981

Some guy inbounded the ball to Hassett. He shot it with a flick, as it were a free-throw. Only it was a 28-footer, and was quite good.

The Resurrection of Bernard King, 1982

In his place is an introspective 24-year-old man capable of this amazing restitution. And the common thread through it all has been King’s explosive talents as a basketball player.

Bubbles Hawkins: How to Burst a Bubble, 1977

BUH-bbles! . . . BUH-bbles! . . .BUH-bbles! . . .” The name has become the fans’ refrain, a sort of new tribal chant to ward off losing and to summon, as if magically, points upon the board.