It is Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but Maravich will not be seen at the Old Absinthe House or Jimmy Moran’s Riverside, where his brother, Ron, tends bar.
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David Thompson’s Leap to Fortune, 1979
There are, in all of basketball, only two players who can play their worst of games—play like any other jump shooter from Oshkosh for 47 minutes, 57 seconds—yet leave 15,000 people awestruck with one incredible moment. There are only two: Julius Erving and David Thompson.
Maravich, Mount, Murphy: M-M-M Good in College, But What Do the Pros Think? 1970
In approximately 11 months, when the M boys step onto the court to make their professional debuts, we will begin to see how right or wrong the experts were.
Pistol Pete: Just a Simple Man with Simple Ideals, 1974
This is what eats at Maravich’s brain. “Pistol” basketball is different, he calls it “futuristic.”
Pistol Pete Maravich Fires Back, 1975
There is a sparkle in his eye that is the tipoff that the Hawks may have provided Maravich with a cause. And that’s the last thing you’d want to do for a man with this kind of talent.
Geoff Petrie: Portland’s Prize Tiger, 1972
Petrie’s development was followed by admirers around the circuit.
Talking Pistol Pete, 1971
The free-wheeling pro game is my cup of tea. So is the 24-second clock. No stalls, no slowdowns, no ball control. I love the running game.
Pistol Pete’s Last Shot
Now Maravich arrives at the moment Bird ascends. A star is born; a star descends.
Pete Maravich: The Battle to Earn the Pros’ Respect
“I’ve always coped with pressure,” he was saying. “My Dad taught me a lot. He always told me, “Never get bigger than the game of basketball.” So I try to keep my cool and be nice to everybody.”
Pete Maravich and Some Wild Fruit Salad
They’re dressed up like some wild fruit salad, but don’t let the uniform fool you. The Atlanta Hawks are more swat than swish.
From Way Downtown 