It brought back memories of Auerbach’s Celtic battlers of the past, of Russell breaking Jim Krebs’ jaw, of Loscutoff decking Dick Schnittker with one punch, and of Brannum flattening Dolph Schayes.
Just as he did as a player, Reed threw himself wholeheartedly into the job.
Basketball may be the No. 1 sport in New York, but the Knicks no longer will be kings of the NBA.
One thing Connie Hawkins will do for Phoenix is solidify the franchise overnight. No team can exist for long in the NBA today without a superstar, and Connie Hawkins fills the gap at Phoenix.
DeBusschere is, without a doubt, New York’s Most Valuable Player.
To many, who had become accustomed to the Knicks being have-nots unable to make the playoffs for seven straight seasons (1960-1966), their “instant success” seemed almost unreal.
“Walt,” says teammate Dave DeBusschere, “could strip a car with the engine running.”
Can 80 percent of the old Baylor and an injury-haunted Jerry West revive a budding dynasty?
The newly discovered charm of the Knicks is undeniable, and as Ilene Goldman puts it, “For many of us, the game has become a very personal experience.”
We visited the Bullets in their dressing room that night. The pungent odor of various liniments assailed the nostrils. Without Band-aids and painkillers, the Bullets might not have gotten this far.