“People want to find out about these (ABA) guys. You know, if I had stayed my whole career with the ABA, that was something they’d always say about me. It probably would have been on my mind, too.”
Tag Archives: Julius Erving
Willie Sojourner: That Tall Carpenter in Elko, 1990
Sojourner had his moments as a rookie. Like Red Robbins Night in the Salt Palace.
Virginia Squires: One Night in Roanoke, 1971
One of the notices that flashed across the Civic Center scoreboard Saturday read, “Welcome to Squire Country.” And at last, it appears that it may be just that.
Maurice Cheeks: Still Going Strong, 1988
Maurice Cheeks, at 30, is suddenly the oldest Sixer, even if he does not feel it. He is a leader, even if he does not want to be one. He is a spokesman, even though he usually prefers to say little.
Ollie Johnson: For Ollie Does, 1975
When it comes to playing, Ollie can be easily overlooked by the fans. But he never has been overlooked by those who know the game.
Chewing the Fat with Fatty Taylor
Believe me, I stopped guys. I didn’t slow them down; I stopped them. I didn’t think nobody could score on me—until I ran into a guy named Calvin Murphy.
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.
Michael Jordan: The Real No. 1 Draft Choice, 1984
Like Van Cliburn coming to Carnegie Hall for the first time or Beverly Sills to the Met, Michael Jordan came to Madison Square Garden as a professional.
Super John Williamson: Nothing But Net, 1979
While Williamson was just one of a number of sideshows to Julius Erving’s main act during those winning seasons, he was now looked upon by his teammates as the Nets’ leader, the one to go to in clutch situations, and Williamson has proven that he thrives under those conditions.
Charles Barkley’s Bitter End, 1986
The loud, proud burghers of Milwaukee streamed out of the stands to gather behind Barkley and blister his ears until Maurice Cheeks came back to lead him to quiet, if not necessarily peace.
From Way Downtown 