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Bill Sharman: The Shooter, 1965
What made Sharman’s shooting so remarkable was its purity. He shot with almost robot-like precision, his style so polished and precise that it seemed like an illustration for a book on how to play basketball.
￼Jeff Mullins: The Making of a Pro, 1970
For Mullins, the biggest kick in basketball is running and moving the ball. He says, “There’s no thrill like moving well, coming down the court five or six times in a row and getting the ball to the man with the easy shot.
￼Bob Cousy: Little Mr. Basketball, 1961
Few men have the magnetic ability and personality to lift an audience to heights of great emotion and to bring vitality and excitement into the lives of the onlookers. Bob Cousy is one of those men.
￼Gene Shue: Here’s to a Great One, 1963
Gene Shue had some ideas he thinks will improve pro basketball, and he doesn’t mind expressing his opinion on what he considers to be problems of the present game.
￼Oscar Robertson: Why He’s the Best Ever, 1968
Says a long-time basketball expert, “If Oscar walked into your neighborhood playground for a pick-up game, he’d probably get his 30 and not much more. He’s the most consistent star ever.”
The Unbearable Pressures Facing Lew Alcindor, 1970
Milwaukee will not win a pennant or championship this season. But next season or the season after, the Bucks will be boosted to the top by the first truly dominant force to move into professional basketball in a decade.
￼In NBA Rookie Race, It’s Lew 145 Votes to One, 1970
Opposing centers who tried vainly to stop Alcindor find it hard to believe how he could improve any further on his hook shots.
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.