That “something more” that Rowe possesses is his adaptability, his willingness to play both ends of the floor, and his sense of perspective, both on and off the court.
Tag Archives: Rick Barry
Golden State: That Championship Season, 1975
I never met a person with the integrity of Franklin Mieuli. When I die, I want it to say on my tombstone: ‘Frankin, I owe you one.’”
Golden State Warriors: We Are The Champions, 1975
The Warriors were not favored to win. Little, if any attention was given to the club’s determination and progression of improvement.
Cazzie Russell: Trading Places, 1972
Inevitably, Russell is compared to the Warriors’ former Wonder Boy, Rick Barry, which is unfair to Cazzie. He is not the offensive player that Barry was with the Warriors, but he does have some of the same characteristics.
Lou Carnesecca: Now Playing at the Island Garden, 1971
The car pulls into the driveway, and the inner tension reaches a peak. Defeat is too fresh in Carnesecca’s mind for it not to show on his face.
Balls of Confusion: The First ABA Game, 1967
To the best of my knowledge, both sides of the NBA-ABA War have never been woven together and retold in one book. Neither would it ever get done in fine detail, unless I went back into my cabinet and started relistening to the tapes, researching their claims, and writing another book.
Rick Barry: Why I Want Out of the ABA, 1970
One day, I hope all this will be settled in court. Maybe the merger will help. Maybe then Franklin can do something to get me back where I belong. Meanwhile, all I can do is hope—one, that my knee holds up and, two, that I can go back home.
Bill Sharman Sends Warriors on Warpath, 1967
Sharman, a sharp observer as a well as one of the finest shooters in the history of basketball, knew all about Auerbach’s methods and had a number of ideas of his own.
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.