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Leonardo da Vinci once said that art is never finished, that is only abandoned.  Desmond Mason, burgeoning artist with an emphasis on abstract expressionism, he of the 10-year NBA career punctuated with the bold brushstroke that is victory in the 2001 NBA Slam Dunk Contest, quickly concurs with the genius painter behind the world’s most famous face.  For Mason, the final act of applying his signature represents the inevitable abandonment of his work, the bittersweet letting go that all artists must endure in the creative process, an act which serves as a poignant juxtaposition to the thrill that comes with embarking on the journey.

“It’s part of being an artist,” Mason says, “but that doesn’t make it any easier.  When you reach that point it hits you, and you know the time has come to walk away from that particular piece.  But then you get to focus on the excitement that comes with creating the next piece.”

The rush that comes with starting a project resonates with me.  But for those of us born without a creative streak, the thought of stepping in front of a blank canvas can be an intimidating prospect, a fear not unlike that of a rec league hack trying to guard Mason in a pickup game at the local Y.  Sure, we comprehend the physical dimensions of the canvas, and we’re cognizant of its size and texture, but we are clueless about everything else.  We are Chris Rock without the bite, Michael without the moonwalk, Einstein without the general theory of relativity.

 

“I don’t know where it came from.  My parents weren’t artists.  But I started drawing when I was eleven, and there was something about it that hooked me.” – Desmond Mason

 

Artists like Desmond Mason see what we do not.  Where we observe a flat, two-dimensional surface with corners and edges, they see infinite potential, a limitless three-dimensional space brimming with possibility.  They connect with their art on an emotional level, plumbing the depths of psyche and soul, working from a complex palette of hurt, love, humor, anger, fear.  The result?  They deftly transform the canvas into a DeLorean, complete with flux capacitor, transporting us to another place in time.  Or they use it to create a mirror, casting light on something deep within ourselves.  Or they turn it into a camera, tempting the voyeur in us all.  Or they connect us to a polygraph.  Or usher us into a confessional.  They challenge our assumptions of the world around us, and force us to reconsider the preconceived notions within us.  They draw us in, rattle our cages, sweep us away.  It’s what they do – not that it comes easily, or without consequences.

“When you look at some of the artists that I idolize, they experienced some really hard times,” Mason says.  “Jean Michel Basquiat, Jackson Pollock, Pablo Picasso – Picasso was a big womanizer.  These guys are iconic in the world of art, but success came with a heavy price for each of them.  I’ve been fortunate to avoid that and live my life properly, and at the same time really get into my work.”

 

Desmond Mason

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Mason is Jackson Pollock without the bottle and the baggage.  His art is a visceral, paint-from-the-gut expression of mood and memories, a reflection of a life that stretches from his childhood home in Waxahachie, Texas, to NBA cities like Seattle, Milwaukee, New Orleans, Oklahoma City, Sacramento and beyond.  His basketball prowess brought him to Oklahoma State University, where he developed a reputation as a premiere defender, and landed him in the first round of the 2000 NBA Draft, the launch-point of a decade-long pro career.  And while Pollock may have an edge with the brush, Mason could rock the rim in ways the earthbound Pollock could have only dreamt.

 

“Pollock has had a huge influence on my art.  I watched the film based on his life and it changed everything.  I wanted to paint like that, without boundaries.  That’s when I made the conscious decision to become an expressionist.” – Desmond Mason

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Mason’s journey from baller to brash expressionist goes against type, providing professional athletes with a New Millennium blueprint for life after the final buzzer.  Take a coaching gig?  Hang around the sport as a commentator?  Nope.  Not in Mason’s DNA.  His path flies in the face of convention, defiant almost, the way Picasso’s shift to cubism forced the world to look at art differently, or the way Tupac’s poetry demanded that the world acknowledge hip-hop.

“After retirement I did some radio stuff here and there,” Mason say, “but I never had a desire to coach.  It just wasn’t my thing.  I know how hard coaches work, and how much energy and effort they put into getting players to understand what they’re trying to accomplish.  That wasn’t my deal.  Painting and creating was my thing, and that’s what I wanted to do with my life.”

At Oklahoma State, Mason majored in studio art, intertwining his two loves.  On the court he was quick and athletic, and unafraid to take the ball to the rack.  Off of it, he continued to draw and dream.  It would later prove to the be the foundation stone of what set Mason apart:  While most viewed him as a professional basketball player who liked to draw and paint, Mason saw himself as an artist who also happened to possess mad hoop skills.  The game would come and go.  His art would be with him a lifetime.

“I had to put my art in the background for a while,” Mason says.  “I knew I had a shot at getting drafted and playing in the NBA, but I wasn’t going to be a high lottery pick.  I knew that I had to focus on showcasing my game if I wanted to achieve my dream.”

The strategy worked.  The Seattle Supersonics, intrigued with Mason’s skill set, selected him in the first round of the 2000 NBA Draft, the seventeenth player chosen overall.  Mason joined a team headlined by superstar guard Gary Payton and an end-of-career Patrick Ewing.  The team finished 44-38, just missing the playoffs.  A year later, the high-flying Mason dunked his way to the 2001 NBA Slam Dunk title, at one point soaring over – yes, over – teammate Rashard Lewis to hammer in home.  A relative unknown at the time, Mason suddenly found himself living that Andy Warhol maxim about fifteen minutes of fame.

 

Desmond Mason dunks over teammate Rashard Lewis in the 2001 Slam Dunk Contest

Desmond Mason dunks over teammate Rashard Lewis in the 2001 Slam Dunk Contest

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“The dunk contest definitely brought me a lot of attention,” he says.  “I enjoyed the experience, and it was definitely a big deal to be the first Seattle player to win it.  As an artist, Seattle was also where I made my break from realism.  I decided my art needed to change, and the approach had to be something completely different.  That’s when I decided to paint from emotion.”

This shift opened up a new world for Mason.  He suddenly found himself free to explore without the constraints of replicating objects on canvas.

“The way I work is very emotional, so mood is a major part of my work,” he says.  “Whether I’m happy, sad, or frustrated…whether I’m exhausted or energetic.  All of these things change the direction of where my work wants to go.  It also affects my creativity at a base level – the colors, textures and scale of my work all vary based on mood.”

Mason had already proven that he could paint in a beautifully realistic manner, so why the departure to abstract expressionism?

 

“At my school I was taught to do all of the high-detail things that lend themselves to photorealism.  I could do those things today, but that’s not me.  No disrespect to anybody that’s painting in this style, but I feel like that’s just reproducing.  There are artists who enjoy having someone sit in front of them so that they can paint them.  You need a special talent for that.  You need to be able to capture life, create textures, and paint in depth.  But at the end of the day you’re recreating, and that’s not the kind of art that I’m interested in.” – Desmond Mason

 

What was the appeal of abstract art?

“With abstract expressionism, your art comes from emotions that you’re trying to convey on canvas.  Color textures tie so closely to those emotions.  That’s what I love about it.  It’s hard for a realist to let go of realism.  I’ve done it, but it took a long time to completely let go.  It’s much easier to teach an abstract expressionist or a contemporary artist to become a realist, because it’s all technique.  Letting go of structure, and letting go of realism, those things are really hard.”

Perhaps no sport is as singularly expressive – or as distinctively unique – as basketball.  Gaze across the tapestry of the NBA’s rich history, and you see styles that range from the soulful cool of George “The Iceman” Gervin to the relentless ferocity of Air Jordan.  If Mason were to paint three of the all-time greats with words – Bill Russell, Julius Erving, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar – where would he start?

Bill Russell was iconic,” Mason says.  “He was a rock for his team, and he was a game changer for the NBA.  He wasn’t extremely talented offensively, but he was eating glass on both ends of the court.  He was the glue for his team and the biggest reason the Celtics were a dynasty in the 60s.

Julius Erving was flash and style.  Big hands.  He was one of the first guys doing the high crossover.  He had that big afro.  The bell-bottoms.  The chops.  The goatee.  He was the face of the ABA, the best player in that league, and he came over to the NBA and he didn’t disappoint.  He was star power and bringing that flash and charisma that put people in the seats.

“Kareem had that sweet post game, and that devastating skyhook.  His skyhook was as close to automatic as any shot in NBA history.  He had those big goggles and those little shorts, and he was a long, lanky guy.  In Los Angeles they called him ‘Cap, because Kareem ran that team.  Magic Johnson was great, but the Lakers would have never been the Lakers without Kareem.”

Given the opportunity, would he ever paint these legends?

“No disrespect to any of these great players,” Mason says, “but I’ve never wanted to paint athletes.  I never wanted to be the next LeRoy Neiman.  That wasn’t my world.  My world was engaging with my art on a different level and becoming someone different.  For me, it has always been about finding my own direction and creating my own processes.”

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Where Picasso threw open the doors of abstract art, letting others like Desmond Mason follow him in, it was Mason who has merged the worlds of celebrity athlete and emerging artist, borrowing a page from Andy Warhol along the way.  Mason’s Midtown OKC studio faces the street and gives passersby a glimpse into his creative lair, where he can be found working on his next piece, a pair of Beats Headphones over his ears, the music simultaneously fueling his creative fire and blocking out those who stop to gawk.  It is pure charisma; art at its coolest.  Mason, like Warhol before him, has found a way to turn himself – and his creative process – into art.

 

Desmond Mason's love of music fuels his passion for art.

Desmond Mason’s love of music fuels his passion for art.

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“There are times when I completely lose myself in my work,” Mason says, “and I don’t even notice anyone watching me.  It’s not the same as zoning out – it’s almost like a blackout, like I’m totally gone from the rest of the world.  I think that’s when I’m the most creative.  I believe if you have other things in your mind that interferes with your process, then you can’t be as creative as you need or want to be.  So I really try to block out the rest of the world and just go in and create.  That’s why I listen to a lot of music.  I put myself in my world of relaxation, and everything just opens up.  I don’t ever force myself to paint.  When I don’t feel it, I leave my studio.  I get up and go home and I try it again another day.”

What, exactly, is playing on those headphones when he’s creating his art?

 

“I love hip-hop and R&B, but people who really know me know that I listen to a wide range of music.  I did two exhibitions when I lived in Milwaukee, and both were based on Nora Jones albums.  I love Nora Jones.  I listened to both of her albums over and over when I was creating the pieces at the time, and I played those albums throughout the exhibitions.  So my taste varies.  I’ll listen to Alan Jackson when I paint.  Bocelli.  Vince Gill.  I’ll go back to hip-hop – guys like Biggie, Lil Wayne, Drake and Jay-Z.  Then I’ll listen to Oasis.  And then Metallica.  I listen to all kinds of music.” – Desmond Mason

 

If Mason could pay homage to a particular artist, dead or alive, the lyrical equivalent of a Picasso or a Henri Matisse, who would it be?

“I listened to Tupac a ton before he passed away,” Mason says.  “I still do.  The thing that stands out about Tupac is how absolutely intelligent he was.  He actually went to an art school when he was growing up in New York.  One of his teachers called him one of the best poets who ever went to that school.  He was a very, very talented guy.  He went to the streets and he started using his knowledge and his poetry to mold and shape hip-hop music.  He was able to take that talent and create a whole culture around it.  He laid the foundation for hip-hop, and it was reflected in his poetry.”

The voyeuristic feel of Mason’s midtown studio, coupled with his passion for music, provided the inspiration behind the short film American Artist, which featured Mason painting nonstop for nearly forty-eight hours straight.  American Artist premiered at OKC’s deadCENTER 2014, one of the fastest growing and most critically-acclaimed film festivals in the United States.

Mason:  “When we did the film, it was the culmination of something that I’d been wanting to do for about five years.  I worked with a husband and wife team, Jeremy and Kara Choate, who own a company called Choate House.  They’re a very talented and creative team, and I have a great deal of respect for them both.  We’d done some projects together before, but this was a big one, and they were the only people I would allow to make this film with me.  It was unique in that I painted for upwards of forty-six hours without a significant break.  I went home and slept for a little bit, took a couple of showers, but I basically painted nonstop for virtually two straight days.

 

Desmond Mason worked himself to the point of exhaustion in the short film 'American Artist'

Desmond Mason worked himself to the point of exhaustion in the short film ‘American Artist’

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“The goal was to create as much work as possible and exhaust myself in the process, so on the film I’m really trying to hunt for creativity and force myself to work.  I think we succeeded in showing that when I’m in the studio, I’m not just launching paint at canvas.  There’s a strategy behind what I’m doing.”

The film is both fascinating and mesmerizing.  No words are spoken.  The Choates expertly capture Mason’s creative process and take us along for the journey, giving us an inside look into his work.

“I painted a full-sized dumpster, a bunch of big-scale pieces,” Mason says. “One piece was sixteen feet by eight feet, and one was ten feet by five feet.  I ended up doing five pieces throughout the course of those two days.  It was exhausting, both mentally and physically, but it was quite an experience.

 

“No words are spoken in the film because I wanted it running on the wall during my exhibition.  The response was so positive that we entered the film in the 2014 deadCENTER Film Festival, and the board accepted it.  We’re currently looking at extending the run time of American Artist and entering it into other film festivals – the Toronto Film Festival, the Big Apple Film Festival, and possibly even the Sundance Film Festival once we meet the criteria.  I would love to do more with deadCENTER – I’ve worked with Lance McDaniel, the executive director, on other projects.  I loved being a part of deadCENTER because it is so artistic.” – Desmond Mason

 

In the film, Mason frequently rides a skateboard. The passion dates back to his childhood.

“I’ve been skateboarding since I was young,” he says, voice gathering speed.  “I had a lot of friends who rode skateboards – they were the artsy kids in my little small town, and those were the kids that I hung around with because I really clicked with them.  So that’s where I picked up skateboarding.  When I started playing professional basketball I had to give it up, because I didn’t want to get hurt and the NBA didn’t allow it as part of my contract.  I’ve gotten back into skateboarding now that I’m retired from basketball, but I don’t do the tricks that I used to do [laughs].  I do a lot of longboarding, so I longboard all over OKC.  As a matter of fact, I’ve recently combined my passion for art with my passion for longboarding, launching a new skate shop in Edmond which features boards that I designed.  This allows me to continue to live through things that I love and brings me back to the passion that I developed in skateboarding when I was younger.”

Whether painting for a film like American Artist, or creating in his studio without the omnipotent presence of the camera, Mason, like all artists, wrestles with the biggest question of all:  When is a work complete?

“Never,” he says without hesitation.  “It doesn’t matter  if you’re doing realism or abstract expressionism, a painting is never complete.  Most artists have taught themselves to just stop whenever they get to a comfortable position.  When I feel like I’m done, I lean it against a wall and walk away from it for a week or so.  When I come back, I’ll look it over again, and I don’t see anything that moves me, I walk away completely.  That’s when I sign it.  That’s the last thing I do.”

 

The signature - Mason's way of saying goodbye to work that's never done.

The signature – Mason’s way of saying goodbye to work that’s never done.

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Is there anything that knocks Mason off of his creative track?

“I don’t like controversy,” he replies, “so that’s one of the things that I lose focus on.  If I’m a little too frustrated about something, or if I’m constantly being interrupted while I’m working, then eventually I get off of my game.  Those things can really kill my mood and ruin the vibe.  I try to avoid that as much as possible, and I try to isolate myself when I’m working – that’s why I moved my studio away from the house when we lived in Milwaukee.  It was too easy to walk in the kitchen and start a conversation with my wife, and the next thing we were discussing plans for dinner later that night, or what movie we want to watch [laughs].  So having my studio at home made it too easy to my mind off of my work.”

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Great actors have the ability to lose themselves in their characters, making us forget and believe at the same time.  Robert De Niro becomes Jake LaMotta in Raging BullDaniel Day-Lewis transforms himself into Abraham Lincoln, and we’re suddenly chilling out with the 16th President of the United States.  Great art is the same way – the lines between art and artist blur, and we are unable to distinguish where one stops and the other begins.  Does Desmond Mason feel the same connection with his work?

“Absolutely,” he says.  “I can get to the point where I block out the rest of the world, and that’s when I look at everything in a completely different way.  I paint from the emotion of the moment.  A lot of artists suffer getting into or out of that place, but I was fortunate enough to avoid a lot of the art world’s stereotypical hardships.  Alcoholism, drugs and depression were never really my world.  I think professional basketball, and the lifestyle that it provided, had a lot to do with that.  I was never a starving artist, and never a tortured soul.”

What emotion most frequently finds its way onto canvas?

 

Desmond Mason's art extends to the artist himself.

Desmond Mason’s art extends to the artist himself.

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“Everything that I paint is very colorful and energetic, even if I’m selecting earth tones or neutrals.  The same thing applies if I go with a blue color palette, the way Picasso did when he was painting from a place of sadness and mourning.  Regardless of my selection, everything is energetic.  If it’s a blue energy, it’s a blue energy.  If it’s a red energy, it’s a red energy.  And it’s never just all red or all blue.  There are tones on tones on tones, and texture on top of texture.  Bottom line, energy is the one thing that I try to portray in all of my work.”

Energetic works.  Being different also works, and marching to the beat of a different drummer is Mason’s modus operandi.  Equal parts former NBA baller, expressive artist and glam celeb, Mason brings an ‘It’ factor to his craft that demands your attention and insists that you take his work seriously.  It’s a persona that clicks because it represents the authentic Desmond Mason, and not a carefully constructed façade. Growing up in Waxahachie, Texas, Mason gravitated to the punkers and the Goths, even though his natural athleticism endeared him to the jocks.  And when the opportunity to dabble in ceramics came about, the young Mason was quick to pounce.

“Ceramics is where it all started,” he says proudly.  “I started taking art seriously around the age of thirteen, when a ceramics class was offered.  I started sketching and drawing the pieces that I would score in ceramics class, so that’s what actually led me to drawing and painting.

 

“Most people don’t realize how hard it is to create a ceramics piece, Centering the clay is hard within itself, because my hands are so large.  And if you can’t get that clay centered, it’s going to be just a little bit off by the time you get that clay up.  If it starts to wobble you’re going to lose it, so you’ve got to be very focused on what it is you’re doing.  Sculpture is the same way – you need a certain level of focus, as well as energy and direction.  It all goes hand in hand.” – Desmond Mason

 

Does Mason have a desire to contribute a sculpture to the OKC landscape?

Oklahoma City has the MAPS committee, Arts Council, and several other committees focused on art and sculpture in the city, and I believe they have a very good plan in place for the next five-to-ten years.  I’m definitely intrigued about the prospect of doing sculpture if there is an opportunity, and not just in ceramic or cement, but in other materials like bronze.  It would be great to get some abstract pieces out there and add a little more diversity to the art scene in Oklahoma City.”

Sculpture, like art, puts an artist’s work squarely on display, often exposing emotion and vulnerabilities along the way.  Does Mason experience any fear or trepidation when it comes to the public’s consumption of his art?

“There was a point in time when I was a little nervous about releasing my art to the world,” Mason says.  “I remember my first show, and being as nervous about that moment as I was about playing in my first NBA game.  I was putting my emotions on display and for other people to judge, and that was very hard because my art is very personal to me.  It’s different today.  I’ve learned to deal with the criticism and the naysayers.  I’ve also learned to process the feedback, good or bad, and not get too high or let someone’s opinion tear me down.  It’s all about how you deal with what comes out of that.”

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In retracing the footsteps of Desmond Mason’s 10-year NBA journey, I can’t help but wonder:  If he could paint each phase of his career with splashes of color, what palette would he use?

“Oh man, being drafted was a career highlight,” he says quickly.  “Those were my yellow colors, everything from canary to gold.  I was happy, emotional.  It was a moment I didn’t think would ever happen.  Because in Waxahachie, Texas, we weren’t trying to make it into the NBA.  We were just trying to make it out of the neighborhood, hopefully get to college and get a degree.  To hear my name called, and going to a place where there were only 415 guys in the world doing what I was about to do, it was one of the best feelings that I’ll ever have.”

Winning the Slam Dunk title?

Mason:  “It was a deep emotion, so if I’m relating it to colors in my art I’m going with blue because it was several months after the Oklahoma State University plane crash.  I was a rookie when that crash occurred, and I lost my best friend from college.  I also lost a kid that I mentored – Nate Fleming.  Everybody on that plane I knew very well.

“I was actually at the arena when the plane went down.  I remember walking by a TV, and there were some ball kids watching the news and it was being reported that a plane was lost.  It was devastating.  To be able to compete in the NBA All-Star Weekend, and to win the Slam Dunk Contest in their honor, is one of the most emotional moments in my life.”

Being traded?

“The first trade was red,” Mason says.  “The day before the trade I was told that I was going to be a part of Seattle’s future, that my career was going to begin and end in Seattle, blah, blah, blah.  It’s almost the kiss of death when you hear that.  I wasn’t very happy when the trade went down, but you have to consider that I was very young at the time.  I moved on to Milwaukee, which turned out to be a great spot for me.  I grew under the coaching staffs of George Karl and Terry Porter.

 

After a successful start in Seattle, Mason found himself starting over in Milwaukee.

After a successful start in Seattle, Mason found himself starting over in Milwaukee.

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“I later had a conversation with Michael Jordan, when he was with the Washington Wizards, and he told me not to take a trade personally, that a trade means another team wants you more than the team that currently has you.  That’s the way he looked at it from then on – if somebody wants you, they’re going to do whatever it takes to trade for you.  And teams aren’t going to give up good players for nothing.  So that’s the way I looked at it.  It helped – from then on, I took any other trades or trade rumors with a grain of salt, because I knew I’d be heading to a better situation with another team.”

Career high scoring average for a season?

“That was a good one,” Mason says.  “So let’s go with any of the warm, vibrant, energetic colors.  It was a great flow with guys like Michael Redd, Tim Thomas and Keith Van Horn.  It was a great year, and it was good to be able to get the ball at will, and to be able to do things on the court that I knew I could do.  That’s the way it was for me during my career in Milwaukee, but especially that year, because the offense seemed to be about me and Michael Redd.  We were scoring options one and two.  It was fun, and was like being in college all over again, where the coach gives you the ball and tells you to go score.  So I enjoyed those moments.”

Retirement?

“Retirement for me as more in the yellow color palette.  I walked away from the game of basketball with deals on the table, both in the United States and in Europe, and I was ready to move on and do something different.  Basketball was my life for a long time, but it wasn’t everything.  It meant a lot to me, especially when I was younger, but when it came time to walk away I knew I was going to do something different.  I knew when I couldn’t play at the level, mentally, that I needed to play at, I knew it was time to walk away.  Physically I was fine.  Mentally I just wasn’t engaged as much anymore.  That’s when I knew that I needed to step away from the game, because I was either going to get hurt, or I was going to cheat my teammates by not giving it my all.  And that wasn’t me.”

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As the interview winds down, I find myself thinking once again for some of the all-time greats and their masterpieces; Picasso and his Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, often described as the rupture moment between the art of the past and the art of the future; Warhol and his Campbell’s Soup Cans, the ubiquitous staple food found in millions of American homes brazenly turned into high art; Salvador Dalí and his Persistence of Memory, with its soft melting pocket watches an unconscious symbol of the relativity of space and time.  Different eras, different styles, but all three have something in common: Inspiration.  Where does Mason’s inspiration come from?

 

Desmond Mason

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“My family keeps me grounded and provides me with a great deal of inspiration,” he says.  “I have an eight-year-old daughter and a five year-old son, and they’re the most important parts of my life.  My wife has been behind me from the beginning.  They make it easy for me to focus on my art and create.  And being able to travel has been big, because you’re exposed to so much and you have the opportunity to connect with your surroundings.  Take an old fence, for example.  If you look at it the right way, you can see the creativity in it.  It might be completely falling down, but the age, textures and color variations tell a story.  It’s all about how you look at it, and the emotions that it evokes.”

And how has Mason evolved as an artist?

“There’s definitely an arc, a trajectory,” Mason says.  “It was very much the same type of thing for me when I started playing in the NBA.  As a rookie, I was still very raw.  The first step in my evolution was learning to be a professional, and then improving my basketball skills.  From there I was given a lot more responsibility, and then I had the whole free agency period.  And as I got older I became more of a leader, and also a mentor to the younger players on the teams that I played on.  As I approached retirement, I knew that it was my time to step away from the game, and I was happy with what I had accomplished in basketball.  It’s hard for me to say this, but I wasn’t the guy who was going to be the hall of famer, or the All-NBA First Team player, or a perennial All-Star.  I’m fine with what I did in my career.  I’m totally okay with that.  I wanted to be a really good basketball player, and make the most of my talents, and I was just really blessed and fortunate to have great coaches and teammates that helped me to become the player that I was in the NBA.

“In art, it’s the same basic scenario.  I just want to create good paintings.  In the art game I think I’m doing well, but in the big scheme of things I’m still a rookie.  There’s this big world of art out there that I haven’t tapped into yet.  My goal, to borrow from the basketball analogy, is to continue to practice and play hard, to continue to engage myself, to continue to listen and learn from my peers.  I want to reach the point where people can look at my art in a museum, or a gallery, and recognize that I was a little bit different.  That this guy, Desmond Mason, was an athlete who was also a real artist.  That he wasn’t pretending.  That art was something that he was very passionate about.

“And I’ll be there one day, I totally believe that.”

 

By:  Michael D. McClellan |

38,387….

It’s a number that stands alone, one that towers, unyielding, above all others in NBA history.  It represents twenty years of sustained excellence, 1,560 nights of competing against the world’s best, 57,446 minutes worth of memories, mysteries and milestones.  Four other players have crossed the 30,000 career scoring threshold to date, including Karl Malone (36,928) and Michael Jordan (32,292), but no one has seriously threatened a record that may stand for decades.  Perhaps LeBron James one day in the not-too-distant future.  Or maybe some other unborn basketball phenom.  Until then, the record belongs to the 7’2” legend with the most lethal offensive weapon the game has ever known, the player who retired, at the age of 42, as a six-time league MVP with six NBA Championships on his résumé.

Heady stuff for sure.  But if you think that gaudy stats or Larry O’Brien Championship Trophies tell the full story of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, think again; and if all his name conjures is that of a moody, aloof loaner away from the court, then you’ve missed the boat on what makes Abdul-Jabbar tick.  Look a little closer and dig a little deeper, my friend, and you’ll discover a Kareem Abdul-Jabbar with a quick wit and a playful streak, the kind of chap who poked fun at himself in the 70s cult-hit Airplane! and, decades later, bravely took the plunge on ABC’s short-lived reality series Splash.  His friendships through the years have been as varied and as interesting as his taste in music – imagine, if you will, Abdul-Jabbar starring alongside Bruce Lee in Lee’s incomplete 1973 Hong Kong martial arts film Game of Death, or Abdul-Jabbar amassing one of the largest private collections of Jazz records on the planet, and you begin to get the real picture; basketball immortality was a byproduct of supreme skill and will, but it was never the thing that fanned the flames, never the be-all, end-all driver that it’s been for other sports legends who’ve scaled the wall of greatness before him.

 

Kareem and Bruce Lee

Kareem and Bruce Lee

 

“I think my achievements on the basketball court came from a whole lot of things coming together in one place and one person,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “I was able to learn the game from some of the best teachers, and I had particular skills that translated well to playing the game. So the knowledge that I had the physical gifts gave me the opportunity to be a very good player, and I was able to take advantage of that.  But I also had other interests.  I’ve always been inquisitive.  Getting a quality education was very important to me, and today I get as much fulfillment out of writing as I did by playing basketball.  I never wanted to be defined solely by who I was as a basketball player.”

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“I think my achievements on the basketball court came from a whole lot of things coming together in one place and one person.  I was able to learn the game from some of the best teachers, and I had particular skills that translated well to playing the game.” – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

 

Outside interests are part and parcel of today’s superstar athlete lifestyle.  In fact, it could be argued that the sports played are the secondary professions, merely feeder systems for a broader portfolio that includes shoe deals, Madison Avenue media blitzes, and Hollywood vanity projects.  Turn on the TV and there’s LeBron hosting Saturday Night Live.  Pull out your smartphone and there’s Aaron Rodgers doing the Discount Double Check.  Go to the cloud and you find David Beckham kicking soccer balls on the beach, all in the name of Pepsi.  From PlayStation to IMAX to Instagram, today’s sports stars are damned near ubiquitous, tweeting to us from the ether and giving us unprecedented personal access via their mobile apps.  (Guess what! LeBron just filled up the Escalade!)

Which brings me back to Abdul-Jabbar.

Starring as Mantis and going up against Bruce Lee seems downright campy today, but that 1973 fight scene was all about Kareem being Kareem, in much the same way that a GoPro camera and a snowboard allow Shaun White to transform himself into something more than an X-Games wunderkind.  Clearly, Abdul-Jabbar was ahead of his time.  And seeing him now, towering over me, I feel an odd connection even though we have nothing in common other than the next four days of court time, as he attempts to teach me the secret to his signature skyhook.  Maybe it’s because I’m so horribly bad at it.  Maybe he sees a little of himself in me as I flail around and clank shot after shot, the same way he must have struggled to grasp what Bruce Lee found so easy to master.  Whatever the case we seem to hit it off, shooting hoops and talking tennis which, surprisingly, turns out to be a mutual passion.

I hoist another air ball, me and the mysterious skyhook just not clicking, and I immediately gain a new appreciation for how easy Kareem made it look on his way to 38,387.  Launching that signature shot over Wilt Chamberlain at the beginning of his career.  Dropping buckets on guys like Moses Malone and Robert Parish a decade in.  Schooling the likes of Hakeem Olajuwon and Patrick Ewing at the end.

Twenty seasons.

38,387 points.

Which begs the question:  Where did it all begin?

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Ever heard of Power Memorial?  Manhattan Catholic school, opened in 1931, closed in ’84, basketball powerhouse, sound familiar?  Kareem knows all about it.  Put it on the map.  Except he was Lew Alcindor back then, known throughout New York City as a burgeoning hoops prodigy, a once-in-a-generation talent, his exploits celebrated in basketball circles and on the streets of Gotham in equal doses.  How many eighth-graders dunk during a game?  How many are 6’8″?  That was Abdul-Jabbar, barely a teenager, yet as Bunyonesque as the legendary lumberjack himself.

 

Lew Alcindor's Power Memorial would go 79-2 in three seasons, including a 71-game winning streak and three straight New York City Catholic championships

Lew Alcindor’s Power Memorial would go 79-2 in three seasons, including a 71-game winning streak and three straight New York City Catholic championships

 

Time travel to Harlem with me, slip into any early ‘60s corner barbershop, and the bloated expectations border on hyperbole – irrational exuberance run amok.  You might encounter the occasional hater in those days, the meathead skeptic who refused to believe the buzz, but with Alcindor in the paint, the all-boys parochial school would go 79-2 in three seasons, including a 71-game winning streak and three straight New York City Catholic championships.  Achievement on the highest order, and, for Abdul-Jabbar, a blank check in terms of where he would play collegiate basketball.

“I realized basketball was going to be an important part of my life very early on” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “I was being recruited to go to high school.  In order to go to Catholic high school in New York, there was tuition involved, and already I had offers to go high school and not have to pay tuition. So at that point basketball started paying for part of my education.  I knew that college tuition was going to be a significant expense, but I also knew that I had the potential to attend college on a basketball scholarship.  That meant another set of bills that I didn’t have to pay.  Looking ahead even further, I also knew that professional athletes made good salaries.  So I clearly understood the potential if I continued to apply myself.”

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“I realized basketball was going to be an important part of my life very early on.  I was being recruited to go to high school.” – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

 

We all know who won the Lew Alcindor Sweepstakes.  That would be UCLA, located some 3,000 miles from Abdul-Jabbar’s hometown of NYC.  And we all know how that worked out: Three NCAA Championships in three seasons of varsity ball (freshmen couldn’t play back then), and a boatload of awards and accolades on his way to being the top pick in the 1969 NBA Draft.  And while most in his position would be content to coast academically, to do just enough to get by and cash in on a lucrative pro career, Abdul-Jabbar dispelled the myth of the dumb jock.

 

Lew Alcindor would sign with UCLA, further establishing the Bruins as college basketball's greatest dynasty

Lew Alcindor would sign with UCLA, further establishing the Bruins as college basketball’s greatest dynasty

 

“I was always a pretty good student,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “My parents did a good job of instilling the importance of education in me from the very beginning, and they were very active and involved in that part of my life.  From an early age my mom emphasized school.  She wanted me to do well.  Both of my parents were disciplinarians, so I didn’t get out of line very often [laughs]..  I think that helped to lay the foundation for me as a student.”

There was something else that Abdul-Jabbar’s parents instilled in him at an early age: Confidence.  It would come in handy during his formative years, as he frequently found himself singled out for being (a) tall, and (b) something of an egghead.

“A tall nerd,” he says with a chuckle.  “Yes, there were times in grade school when I knew that I didn’t belong, and I truly couldn’t wait to get out.  Kids can be cruel.  But I discovered basketball, and that was my sanctuary.  Thankfully, my parents helped me to stay focused on what was most important, which was getting a quality education.  They nurtured me and provided me with the support system that I needed to remain confident when times got tough.  There are kids today who don’t have that support structure in place, and an alarming percentage of them end up dropping out.”

Abdul-Jabbar was very much like many other New York kids of the day; he played stick ball in the streets and wanted to be a baseball player when he grew up.  He celebrated when his beloved Brooklyn Dodgers won the ’55 World Series.  He was a huge Jackie Robinson fan.  Yes, ordinary in so many ways, right down to the awkward phase, but also extraordinary in a sport that would later bring him fame and fortune.  Which begs the question:  Did basketball come easily for him, so much so that he didn’t have to work at it?

“That’s a common misconception,” he says.  “I experienced a lot of frustration during my first year of high school.  I had to learn to work harder.  I had to learn the fundamentals of the game, just like anyone else, in order to do better at it.  Trust me, there were no shortcuts.

“I broke down in tears following the first game of my high school career.  We lost to a team from Brooklyn, and their star player was doing Globetrotter tricks on us.  I remember at one point he drove to the basket and put his foot on my knee, jumped past me, and laid the ball up.  I cried after the game, and when I looked up, all of the other guys on the team were staring at me like I’d just landed from Mercury or Mars.  It was a defining moment.  I was 14, in the ninth grade and playing varsity ball, and they were all 16 and 17 years old.  In that moment I realized that I needed to leave my childish emotions behind, and my maturity leaped four or five years in that moment.  Right then I knew that I had to forego self-pity and focus on the things that would make me a better basketball player.  I had to compete.  I had to play with focus and determination, and minimize the emotional aspect of the game.  It was that simple, really.  And it was the moment that I decided to put in the work necessary to excel on the basketball court.”

If the jump from the insular world of grade school basketball was a shock to the system – the hoops equivalent of taking the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge – then imagine what it must have been like for the young Alcindor as he tried to navigate this journey in a place like New York.

Abdul-Jabbar:  “New York City high school basketball was a blood sport that felt like the Roman Coliseum, with heads rolling and things like that [laughs].  For me, it was an intense juxtaposition from the organized basketball that I’d played up to that point, because grade school was very nurturing and tame.  Thankfully, my high school coach was also very good at working with me.  He knew how to relate with people.  He never berated anybody or embarrassed them, and in return he expected that everyone went out and played hard – which we did – and that we stuck to our team plan.  I was very fortunate to have good coaching like that, both in high school and then again in college with Coach Wooden.”

 

Lew Alcindor had to develop a tough skin early, in order to hang in the rough-and-tumble world of NYC basketball

Lew Alcindor had to develop a tough skin early, in order to hang in the rough-and-tumble world of NYC basketball

 

So if he had his druthers, would Kareem have preferred to play his high school basketball in the rural setting portrayed in the movie Hoosiers?

The NBA’s all-time scoring champ cracks a smile and shakes his head emphatically, my hypothetical scenario rejected by the man who trails only Olajuwon and Dikembe Mutombo on the NBA’s career blocks list.

“I was very fortunate to play high school basketball in New York City,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “Power Memorial was only twelve blocks away from the old Madison Square Garden.  Our high school coach allowed the NBA teams to practice in our gym.  A perk of that arrangement was getting to see NBA games at the Garden – they had our names on the door list, so we could go anytime and watch NBA basketball.  So, when I was in the ninth grade I got to meet Bill Russell and Red Auerbach.

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“Our high school coach allowed the NBA teams to practice in our gym.  A perk of that arrangement was getting to see NBA games at the Garden – so, when I was in the ninth grade I got to meet Bill Russell and Red Auerbach.”

 

“It was during this time that I chose Bill Russell as my role model.  It was the perfect choice.  I learned so much about the game watching him.  I absorbed it.  It enabled me to make a lot of progress, and enabled me to figure out what I needed to do on the court to effect the game in my team’s favor.  I think that was a key part of my development as a basketball player.”

What impressed him most about those great Celtics teams?

“My high school coach agreed with the Celtics’ philosophy – get the ball to the open man and play tough defense.  He would ask us trick questions after the games, like ‘how many Celtics players scored 20 or more points?’, and in those days nobody on the Celtics would score twenty points.  They would have four or five gives who scored between 13 and 18 points, and they just whipped everybody.  So I learned a whole lot from that experience, and took it forward.”

For the young Alcindor, the next stop on his journey would be the UCLA campus. But why so far from home?

“I chose UCLA for several reasons,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “From a basketball standpoint, UCLA won the national championship during my junior and senior years of high school.  That was definitely enticing to me as an athlete.  Also, I remember seeing Rafer Johnson on The Ed Sullivan Show.  I was aware that he’d won a gold medal in the 1960 Olympics as a decathlete, but he was on the show as the president of the student body at UCLA.  That impressed me greatly.  And Willie Naulls, who played for the Knicks at the time, had gone to UCLA and also spoke very highly of it.

“My recruiting trip solidified my decision, because that’s when I really got to sit down with Coach Wooden and get a feel for what he was all about.  He also came to New York and spoke to my parents.  They were impressed with his focus on academics, and thought I would be in good hands.  The rest is history.”

John Wooden.

The Wizard of Westwood.

Arguably the greatest teacher the game has ever seen.

 

The relationship between Lew Alcindor and the legendary John Wooden transcended sports, and lasted a lifetime

The relationship between Lew Alcindor and the legendary John Wooden transcended sports, and lasted a lifetime

 

Alternately revered and beloved, Wooden coached the Bruins to 10 NCAA national championships in 12 years, including a whopping seven consecutive titles with an 88-game winning streak thrown in for good measure.  Abdul-Jabbar’s admiration for his college coach has been well-chronicled, but it is only when we start talking about the subject that the depths of their relationship hits home.

Abdul-Jabbar:  “What a wonderful man he was.  He understood our ambition as athletes, but he wanted us to learn lessons that would help us make it through life.  He wanted us to become good husbands, good fathers, good parents, good citizens.  He used basketball as a metaphor to teach that.  Again, it was all about family – the sacrifices that you had to make to make your family successful, those are the things that you’ve got to do for your team.  We didn’t really understand that that’s what we were learning at the time.  Coach Wooden was crafty that way.”

 

“What a wonderful man he was.  He understood our ambition as athletes, but he wanted us to learn lessons that would help us make it through life.  He wanted us to become good husbands, good fathers, good parents, good citizens.  He used basketball as a metaphor to teach that.  Again, it was all about family – the sacrifices that you had to make to make your family successful, those are the things that you’ve got to do for your team.  We didn’t really understand that that’s what we were learning at the time.  Coach Wooden was crafty that way.” – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

 

Wooden was famous for his expressions – Woodenisms.  Does Abdul-Jabbar have a favorite?

“The one that I remember the most is, ‘failing to prepare is preparing to fail’.  It meant that you really had to understand what you needed to learn, and get it down, or when it came to the moment of truth, you wouldn’t do as well as you’d hope to do.”

What was the one thing about Wooden’s coaching that resonated the most?

“If you read any of his books on coaching, you’ll hear him say that it’s not good to humiliate and berate your players.  You have to explain to your players the best way to do something, and then encourage them to do that, and give them practical examples of how they’ll fail if they don’t.  You don’t resort to histrionics.  A mean-spirited approach doesn’t work.”

Coach Wooden’s Pyramid of Success is world renowned and transcends sport; businesses have adopted its principles, which lay the foundation for highly functioning teams.  Reading it, some of the verbiage has a 1950s feel to it, but the content is timeless.

“Coach Wooden was known as a very straight-laced guy,” Abdul-Jabbar says, “but he was so incredibly insightful.  His Pyramid of Success a great example of this.  He refined its principles over many years, and it was the foundation for our success as a basketball team.

“There were so many layers to Coach Wooden.  He really liked poetry; Langston Hughes was his favorite poet.  A lot of people don’t realize this, but he was a very good basketball player in high school.  He later went to Purdue University, where he was the first college player ever to be named a three-time consensus All-American.

Any funny stories stand out?

“Coach Wooden played against the Globetrotters at the Savoy Ballroom in Chicago, and he’d usually go straight to the train station and head back to Indianapolis after the games.  But he told the story of the food being exceptionally good on one particular night, and Cab Calloway’s band was there, so he stayed in Chicago at the Savoy.  Just the whole idea of Coach Wooden partying on the South Side of Chicago with black people, and with him getting into Cab Calloway going ‘hi de ho’ really rounded out my perception of him [laughs].”

The 1968 Olympics were held in Mexico City, at the height of the Civil Rights Movement.  Two American athletes, Tommie Smith and John Carlos, stood with their heads bowed and a black-gloved hand raised as the American National Anthem played during the victory ceremony.  The Black Power salute would become the seminal moment of these Games, overshadowing Lew Alcindor’s decision not to play basketball for the United States, but he still received his fair share of criticism.  Not that it mattered.  His was a principled decision that not many in his position would have had the strength to make.  Turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to win Olympic gold?  Are you kidding me?  For Alcindor, it was all about making a decision and sticking to it.

 

Tommie Smith and John Carlos extend gloved hands skyward in racial protest - 1968 Mexico City Olympics

Tommie Smith and John Carlos extend gloved hands skyward in racial protest – 1968 Mexico City Olympics

 

Abdul-Jabbar:  “Dr. Harry Edwards, a sociologist who taught in the Bay Area, in California, felt that black athletes should boycott the Olympics because of what was going on here in America.  It was the culmination of the Civil Rights Movement – the Voting Rights Act and the Civil Rights Act had both been enacted, and there was a lot of turmoil; Dr. [Martin Luther] King had been assassinated, Bobby Kennedy had been assassinated, there was the shooting at Kent State.  There was also a lot of turmoil over Vietnam.

“I declined the invitation to go to the Olympics because I didn’t feel that the Olympic situation was reality,” he says.  “Here we have this whole appearance of racial harmony on the American Olympic team when things weren’t that harmonious here. In addition to that, I had a very good summer job that paid me a pretty good salary, and I needed that to tide me over for the school year, and I couldn’t do both things. So I figured I had better go with what was going to benefit my life, as opposed to benefiting the Olympic movement, which I saw as very hypocritical.

 

“I declined the invitation to go to the Olympics because I didn’t feel that the Olympic situation was reality.  Here we have this whole appearance of racial harmony on the American Olympic team when things weren’t that harmonious here. In addition to that, I had a very good summer job that paid me a pretty good salary, and I needed that to tide me over for the school year, and I couldn’t do both things. So I figured I had better go with what was going to benefit my life, as opposed to benefiting the Olympic movement, which I saw as very hypocritical.” – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

 

“The gentleman in charge of the U.S. Olympic team, Avery Brundage, to me, was a very controversial figure. I believe in the 1930s he had supported the Nazi Party at one point. It was not somebody I wanted to work for. I didn’t want to deal with him or the Olympics, so it was pretty easy for me to make my choice.”

A choice misunderstood by many, particularly white America, but Alcindor chose to tune out his critics and remain focused on his game.  The net result?  Damn near perfection:  Three years of varsity ball, three national championships, three NCAA Final Four Most Outstanding Player awards, three national player of the year awards.  The Milwaukee Bucks would select him with the first pick in the 1969 NBA Draft, and the league’s Rookie of the Year award would follow at season end.

 

Lew Alcindor would legally change his name to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar following the Milwaukee Bucks' 1970-71 championship season

Lew Alcindor would legally change his name to Kareem Abdul-Jabbar following the Milwaukee Bucks’ 1970-71 championship season

 

Was there ever any pressure to succeed?

“I was always very critical of myself and my performances,” Abdul-Jabbar replies quickly.  “I wanted to get the most out of myself.  After you’ve been touted as being able to do something well, you want to do it better, and there’s a whole little war that goes on there, mentally.  So there was always a pressure to improve.  It was never a negative pressure.  It was a pressure that helped me to perform at my best.”

Oscar Robertson joined the Bucks a year later, and Milwaukee would finish the 1970-71 NBA season with a championship.  Alcindor was named NBA MVP, and then NBA Finals MVP following a 4-0 series sweep of the Baltimore Bullets.  A day later, he adopted the Muslim name Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, which roughly translates to ‘generous servant of the mighty one’.

“I was very bitter as a young man, and angry with racism,” says Abdul-Jabbar.  “My interest in Islam started when I was a freshman at UCLA and I got the opportunity to read The Autobiography of Malcolm X, and it really made me understand that there was a lot more to monotheism than what I knew being raised as a Roman Catholic. I found in Islam that I certainly had a limited view of what monotheism was about, and it made me curious enough to read the Koran and see that it probably was something that I needed to investigate more completely. I was won over by the arguments. The fact that the Roman Catholic Church was greatly invested in the slave trade did not help me want to remain Catholic, and because of that, I changed my affiliation.”

While his professional career was cause for celebration, the death of his friend Bruce Lee would cut deeply.

“Getting to do the movie with Bruce was a dream come true.  When I was training with him, he promised me that if he ever got to do movies, he’d make sure that I’d get to be a villain.  That way we could fight and he could kill me [laughs].  The summer of ’72 I went to Hong Kong and we shot the movie.  It’s bittersweet for me to remember it, because we shot our scenes and I had to come back to the U.S. to start the NBA season. Bruce drove me to the airport, and that’s the last time I saw him.  It’s very poignant for me in that sense.  He was a wonderful man.  He never took himself too seriously.  He was a great family man.  He was a wonderful inspiration to me, because he was self-made and he did it his way.”

 

Kareem

 

As fascinated as he was with movies at the time, Abdul-Jabbar’s clear-cut passion was music.  His father attended the prestigious Julliard School in New York, which helps explain Kareem’s love of Jazz, and hardly a day went by that music wasn’t being playing in the Alcindor household.  His newfound wealth as an NBA star allowed him to indulge this love, and he wasted no time in amassing an impressive record collection.

“My dad was an avid musician,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “He thought that music was the pinnacle of artistic statement, so musicians like Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Nat King Cole, Sarah Vaughan and Billy Eckstine were always on the turntable.

 

“My dad was an avid musician.  He thought that music was the pinnacle of artistic statement, so musicians like Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Nat King Cole, Sarah Vaughan and Billy Eckstine were always on the turntable.” – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

 

“Jazz, to me, is important because it is an expression of joy. It is an expression of people who, even though they were living in oppressive circumstances, were not going to take the negativity as the last statement on all circumstances.”

Following six seasons in Milwaukee, marked by three NBA MVP Awards and two league scoring titles, Abdul-Jabbar found himself traded to the Los Angeles Lakers.  It was the start of a glorious sixteen season run with the team that reached a crescendo in the mid-eighties, at the height of the Lakers’ Showtime Era.

 

Kareem's arrival in Los Angeles signaled the start of a glorious Laker run

Kareem’s arrival in Los Angeles signaled the start of a glorious Laker run

 

In 1984 the fabled Celtics – Lakers rivalry reached an all-time high, fueled in large part by two stars at the top of their respective games.  Larry Bird and Magic Johnson brought grit and glamour to the big stage in gargantuan doses, and basketball was elevated because of it.   The Celtics would win it all in seven games, a bitter disappointment to the Lakers, who lost control of the series and let it slip away.  A year later the Celtics and Lakers would meet again, beginning with a Game 1 route by the Celtics.  Humiliated, Abdul-Jabbar and the Lakers would respond in a big way.

“That series was special because we lost by 30 points in Game 1 at the old Boston Garden,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “They call the game ‘The Memorial Day Massacre’.  I had a terrible game.  For me, I just wanted a chance to redeem myself.  So, in Game 2 I came out and had a really great game, and was able to carry that level of play through the rest of the series.  We won the series in six games, and won the final game in the Garden. We’re the only team, other than the Boston Celtics, to win a world championship in Boston Garden.  I can take that to the grave with me, and it will taste good the whole time [laughs].”

The same can’t be said for Laker legend Jerry West, whose teams were beaten by the Celtics eight times in the NBA Finals.  Does Abdul-Jabbar share the same vitriol toward the color green as West?

“When I was in high school, I rooted for the Celtics,” he says quickly.  “As I’ve said, Bill Russell was a great role model for me.  I watched him play and learned a lot about how to play the game because of him, which was a benefit of living in New York and being able to go to Madison Square Garden.”

 

“When I was in high school, I rooted for the Celtics.  As I’ve said, Bill Russell was a great role model for me.  I watched him play and learned a lot about how to play the game because of him, which was a benefit of living in New York and being able to go to Madison Square Garden.” – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

 

How many people can say they were teammates with two of the league’s all-time greats, Magic Johnson and Oscar Robertson?  What was it like playing with them?

 

Magic Johnson's arrival in LA triggered Showtime and helped save a league awash in negative publicity

Magic Johnson’s arrival in LA triggered Showtime and helped save a league awash in negative publicity

 

“I think there was a difference in style, but the content was the same,” he says.  “Both of those guys could run the offense and get points out of it.  I think Oscar was more complete in that he was the better outside shooter than Magic.  But in terms of big guards, they were prototypical.  They were also great leaders in addition to being great athletes.”

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Twenty seasons.

38,387 points.

On June 28, 1989, Abdul-Jabbar announced his retirement.  The Detroit Pistons dismissed the Lakers 4-0 in the ’89 NBA Finals, and just like that, the most decorated career in basketball was history.  Six MVP Awards, six NBA Championships, 19 All-Star Game appearances, 10 All-NBA First Team selections, his number 33 retired by both the Bucks and the Lakers.  And of course, those points – 38,387 of them, many scored with that trip-hammer weapon that has yet to be duplicated.  As I squeeze off another hook shot, this one finding its mark, I can’t help but wonder:  Why hasn’t anyone tried to take a page from Abdul-Jabbar’s playbook?  Why don’t players today even consider giving it a try?

“I don’t have a good answer for that,” he says later.  “It’s not that difficult, but you have to take the time to learn it.  I started learning it in the fifth grade.  Someone demonstrated a drill that NBA legend George Mikan used to do.  Mikan was a great professional who played for the original Minneapolis Lakers – he was 6’11”, and considered to be the first great big man in league history.

“He had a drill where he shot the ball with either hand right in front of the basket.  It teaches you ambidexterity and how to use the glass, and it also helps with your footwork.  Every time I had a chance to get to a basket by myself I’d work on that drill.  By the time I got to high school, the hook was part of my arsenal.  Everybody thinks that I learned the hook shot after they banned dunking, which was when I was in college, but I was using the hook shot in the seventh grade.”

 

The skyhook - arguably the most feared offensive weapon in NBA history

The skyhook – arguably the most feared offensive weapon in NBA history

 

Why don’t players use it?

“I’m surprised that players, especially big men, don’t use the shot.  The guy guarding you can’t block it if you know what you’re doing, so it’s a great weapon.  It enabled me to get high-percentage shots close to the basket, and it also allowed me to do so without taking a beating.  That’s part of how I was able to last for twenty years.  For whatever reason, that message hasn’t translated to the new generation of NBA players today.”

What was retirement like, after a lifetime of basketball excellence?

“Jackie Robinson had a famous saying – he said that athletes die twice.  When the career is over, that’s the first death.”

For Abdul-Jabbar, retirement has been a series of starts and fits, especially in the realm of coaching.  It’s no secret that he tried, repeatedly and unsuccessfully, to secure a head coaching gig on the NBA level.

“A lot of it has to do with politics,” he says flatly.  “I was always very independent, and I think a lot of the people in the front offices didn’t feel like they could trust me, because my independent streak might come out at a time that was inconvenient for them.  So they’ve pretty much stayed away from me.

“But I’ve had a chance to work with a number of players.  Joakim Noah of the Chicago Bulls sought me out, looking for ways to improve his offensive game.  We spent a couple of weeks together.  I’ve also worked with Andrew Bynum and a number of other big men.  It gives me a great sense of accomplishment to contribute in that way.”

Never one to be held down, Abdul-Jabbar shifted gears and focused on his writing, while at the same time incorporating his desire to coach.  Published by Simon and Schuster on February 1, 2000, A Season on the Reservation chronicles Abdul-Jabbar’s return to the sport he loves by becoming the assistant coach of the Alchesay Falcons – a high school team composed mostly of White Mountain Apaches.

“Fort Apache is on the White Mountain Apache Reservation.  The White Mountain Apaches were scouts for the US Army, and because of that, their homeland was declared a federal reserve.  That’s probably the only thing that the young men on the reservation can do and still be proud of – a lot of them still go into the military.  It was very interesting, because I never expected that all of the ills that you see in most inner cities are same things that you see there – lack of good educational opportunities, substance abuse, teenage pregnancy, suicides, poor nutrition.  Two of the kids that I coached later committed suicide, due to the despair and lack of  self-esteem that is endemic to their circumstances.  It’s not something that I expected to see in the mountains of Arizona.

“I enjoyed the coaching experience – I made some lifelong friendships, and I’m actually a member of the tribe – Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Apache Indian [laughs].  The whole idea of me going there was to encourage the young people to go to college.  High school dropouts are forfeiting their opportunity to pursue the American Dream. When you don’t have the fundamental skills that enable you to be trained for a meaningful job, then you are going down a slippery slope with the potential for very negative consequences.  Think about it:  You are placing yourself at the bottom of this country’s workforce where, statistically, you will earn significantly less money, have less opportunity for job advancement, suffer more medical problems, and have a greater chance to become a victim of a crime.  When you drop out, you’re basically giving up on your future happiness.”

That book was just the beginning of a publication stream that continues today.  What does it mean for him to be viewed as an author?

“I think seeing one of my books in print has given me as much joy and sense of achievement as winning an NBA championship,” Abdul-Jabbar says.  “Although I don’t get the notoriety from my books that I have gotten as an athlete, it still gives me great joy to know that I can contribute to American life something significant.”

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As we wrap up for the day, the subjects range from Malcolm X to Muhammad Ali to his hilarious turn as Roger Murdock in Airplane!, and it’s easy to forget that I’m talking to arguably basketball’s greatest player ever.  Abdul-Jabbar can hang with anyone on a social and intellectual level, the antithesis of the dumb jock – hell, he’s living proof that, blessed with the right gifts and work ethic, you can excel in ways that break down stereotypes and change the perception of those who follow the conventional thinking of the day.  To me, Abdul-Jabbar’s principled and outspoken stance on equality sets him apart from other players who are in the conversation for the Greatest Of All Time.

 

Kareem counts Bill Russell and Muhammad Ali as role models and fiends

Kareem counts Bill Russell and Muhammad Ali as role models and fiends

 

And just then the question crosses my mind:  Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, GOAT?

Blasphemy if you’re in the Michael Jordan camp, and most fans can name at least a dozen players they would select before Abdul-Jabbar in an all-time mock draft.  Think LeBron, Kobe, Larry and Magic, and you begin to the get idea.  Sure, Michael was more intense, and Magic more charismatic.  And LeBron is a freakish athlete with exceptional vision and an off-the-charts basketball IQ.  But here’s the thing:  Abdul-Jabbar’s Power Memorial teams went 79-2; his UCLA Bruins went 88-2; and as a pro, his six NBA titles and six MVP awards stamp him as one of the best at the very highest level of play.  That, my friends, is a serious body of work.

Where does Abdul-Jabbar think he ranks among the greatest players of all-time?

“It’s difficult to rank players,” he says, thoughtfully.  “Ranking players is so subjective, and you have to consider the fact that there are different eras in the game.  It’s hard to even compare players at the same position.  For example, I always defer to Wilt and Bill when I’m asked to rank the greatest centers of all time.  That’s because I learned from them.  I’ve yet to see anyone average 50 points a game, the way Wilt did.  I don’t think we’re ever going to see that again.  And there wasn’t a better defensive presence on the court that Bill.  So those two are, to me, the mythical guys in the game.”

Kareem’s GOAT?

“Oscar Robertson.  At every level, he was the best ever – high school, college and the pros.  He’s in a class by himself.”

We shake hands and call it a day, and I realize, walking away, that my thinking has been forever transformed.  It was a day that started out with Kareem ranked somewhere near the bottom of my personal top ten, and ended with him closer to a top three all-time player.  On the court, his skyhook was the most feared weapon in league history.  Off it, only Bill Russell can match his social conscious and moral grace.

 

The author attempts to learn the skyhook from the master himself

The author attempts to learn the skyhook from the master himself

 

38,387.

The record will fall, eventually.

But the likes of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, we may never see again.

By:  Michael D. McClellan | I stand at half court, dribbling the basketball, my heart pounding hard in my chest, one of the greatest players in NBA history standing his ground between me and the rim.  He’s wearing blue warm-up pants and a white Converse T-shirt, his iconic Afro long since downsized to keep pace with his current status as one of the game’s elder statesman.  I try my best not to appear nervous or awestruck, but what hardcore NBA fan wouldn’t be a smidge overwhelmed by the moment?  I tell myself to relax.  I remind myself to soak it all in, to savor the experience and file every detail away for a lifetime of telling and retelling.  Can you blame me?  How many times in your life do you get to do something as wickedly cool as this?

The Doctor!

The voice in my head squeals these words like a teenaged girl who’s just lucked into backstage passes at a Taylor Swift concert.

I’m at Bill Russell’s fantasy camp!  About to go up against Dr. J!

Sweat drips from the end of my nose.  It’s been a grueling day filled with stretching and running, games and drills, and now we’re moving from station to station, each conducted by a member of the NBA’s 50th Anniversary All-Time Team.  Everywhere I look, there’s a veritable who’s-who of basketball royalty making three dozen campers’ dreams come true: Magic Johnson explains assists in one corner of the gym, Jerry West talks dribbling in another, Charles Barkley preaches rebounding on an adjacent court, while Kareem Abdul-Jabbar unlocks the secret of his skyhook a few feet away.  And now, here I am, yo-yoing the basketball, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, prepping to go one-on-one against the coolest dude to ever lace up a pair of Chuck Taylors.

“Ready when you are,” Julius Erving says, and the velvety smoothness of his voice is all the jump start I need.  He smiles.  “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I dribble straight at him, juking right, then left, then right again, and somewhere between all of the fakes and spins I find myself transported back in time, attacking the Doctor in his prime, 18,000 Philadelphia 76ers fans at full throat, a trip to the NBA Finals hanging in the balance…

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Julius Erving may have emerged from the pre-ESPN, pre-Jordan, pre-Internet, pre-everything primordial ooze of 1970s ABA basketball – the league best known for its signature red, white and blue basketball – but a combination of soulful flair and breathtaking athleticism helped transform Dr. J into a global, pop culture icon. No small feat considering the absence of Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and all the other social media engines that connect our world today.  Yes, Erving’s talent was that immense, his cult of personality that bloody riveting.  There were players before him who could levitate, all-time greats like Oscar Robertson and Elgin Baylor, but Erving was the first to do it in a way that seemed, in a word, otherworldly.  His game was all about the art of flight, with gravity-defying trips to the basket often punctuated by emphatic, one-handed dunks.  The very act transcended sport itself, crossing over into art.  Erving was Jackson Pollock, the ball his brush, the court his canvas.

But like most great artists, recognition was initially hard to come by.  It’s impossible to imagine a college basketball player alive today who could average 26 points and 20 rebounds over two seasons and live in relative obscurity, but that was Erving’s existence in the late ‘60s at the University of Massachusetts.  Back then he was still Julius Erving, a talented-but-unheralded college basketball player, and the ‘Doctor’ monikor had yet to take flight.  His decision to sign with the Virginia Squires of the fledgling ABA following his junior season at UMass?  It barely raised eyebrows.

 

Julius Erving - UMass

Julius Erving – UMass

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“When I was a freshman in high school I was maybe 5’9″, 5’10”,” Erving says.  “As a sophomore, I was 5’11”, and lucky to be closing in on 6′. As I junior I was 6’1″, and when I graduated high school I was 6’3″.  So I wasn’t a physical specimen along the lines of a Wilt Chamberlain or a LeBron James, and I didn’t have the acclaim that came along with those types of gifts.  It was a gradual progression for me.”

This isn’t to say that Erving’s early exploits flew entirely under the basketball radar.  Far from it. His game generated an electric buzz where it mattered most – on the streets of Harlem, and within the confines of its legendary Rucker Park.  It was here, at The Ruck, that Erving’s game crisscrossed the worlds of art and athletics, firing the imaginations of the hundreds who would crowd into the playground temple once graced by the likes of Wilt Chamberlain and Connie Hawkins, and the hundreds more who clamoured to watch from the surrounding rooftops, overpasses and trees (yes, trees) just to get a glimpse of this brother-from-another who could, for a breathless moment at least, escape the most fundamental law of physics.

“I was free to express myself on the court,” Erving says, “and I always tried to push the envelope during those games.  It didn’t hurt that I could out-jump and out-levitate virtually everyone out there, which influenced how I played.  If I could hang in the air and wait for my opponent to come down before dunking on him, why not?  If I could throw it down on two guys at once, that’s what I was going to do.  That was the atmosphere that you played in there.  It demanded your best, and it challenged you creatively.  There’s not another basketball venue like Rucker Park.”

 

A rare photo of a young Dr. J operating at Rucker Park, Harlem.

A rare photo of a young Dr. J operating at Rucker Park, Harlem.

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And it was here that a young Julius Erving found himself awash in nicknames, with everything from “The Claw” to “Black Moses” showered upon him from the park’s PA system.   When nothing appealed to Erving’s taste, he decided to go with something of his own.

“I have a lifelong friend whose name is Leon Saunders,” Erving says.  “I started calling him ‘professor’ when we were young, and he started call me the ‘doctor’. It was a fun thing between us, and it just stuck.  From then on, those were the nicknames we had for each other.

 

“I have a lifelong friend whose name is Leon Saunders.  I started calling him ‘professor’ when we were young, and he started call me the ‘doctor’. It was a fun thing between us, and it just stuck.  From then on, those were the nicknames we had for each other.” – Julius Erving

 

“Little did I know then that it would become such a big part of my basketball persona.  They tried to call me ‘Little Hawk’, and I had to tell the announcer that I didn’t want that nickname.  That was Connie Hawkins’ nickname.  But Rucker Park was like that – if you stepped onto the court and did something special, they had to call you something flashy.  So I went over to the announcer and said if you’re going to call me anything, go with ‘The Doctor’. And that’s how it started.”

The Ruck, in many ways, has always placed a premium on style, often at the expense of substance.  Erving was the rare exception, equal parts fundamental basketball player and crowd-pleasing entertainer, a thrill ride in high tops who could dare to be taken seriously, regardless of the venue.

“Playing in those summer tournaments at Rucker Park was unlike anything I’d done before,” Erving says.  “You quickly learned that two points was actually worth more than two points.  I like to tell the story that two points might have been worth a dinner back then, or maybe a date.  Whatever the case, it was definitely worth more than two points [laughs]. And showmanship was celebrated in a big way. I didn’t have that mindset before, but I quickly learned that the fans came to see a show.  It was a street version of the NBA All-Star Game in a lot of respects.  Yeah, they were vested in terms of who won or lost the game, but to a large extent it was about who came out and put on a show.  That’s what I tried to do.”

Erving did that and more.  He was an order-of-magnitude baller whose Harlem dunk-fests not only dropped jaws, they forged a near mythic figure through stories that needed precious little embellishment.

“I developed my own style of play, and I was able to showcase it at Rucker Park,” Erving recalls.  “It really mirrored the playground style that was on display during those games.  It was loose.  Freelance.  Spontaneous.  And that’s what I brought with me to the ABA.”

 

“I developed my own style of play, and I was able to showcase it at Rucker Park.  It really mirrored the playground style that was on display during those games.  It was loose.  Freelance.  Spontaneous.  And that’s what I brought with me to the ABA.” – Julius Erving

 

Ah yes, the American Basketball Association. The outlaw league with the psychedelic red, white and blue basketball, radical fan base and the ahead-of-its-time three-point shot and slam dunk contest. That league.  Formed in 1967, the ABA brought a flair to the pro game that the established NBA sorely lacked, in large part by throwing stupid money at eye-catching talent like George “Iceman” Gervin, David Thompson, Charlie Scott, Moses Malone and Artis Gilmore, and then turning them loose in an offensive-friendly environment.  The strategy instantly legitimized the fledgling league and gave fans a reason to care, but it wasn’t until Erving’s arrival that the NBA began to truly take notice.

“That was the most fun I had playing basketball,” Erving says, reflecting on his sensational ABA career.  “Between the ages of 21 and 26 I was genuinely empowered with this God-given ability to do anything I wanted to do on a basketball court, and anything I’d ever dreamed about doing.  So, signing to play for the Virginia Squires was the best decision for me, basketball-wise.  I never second guessed myself, and I never looked back.  It’s a very big part of who I am.”

 

Julius Erving dunks as a member of the ABA Virginia Squires

Julius Erving dunks as a member of the ABA Virginia Squires

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Free to explore, Erving transformed the hardwood of the ABA into his own personal Rucker Park.  He soared.  He rocked the rim.  And in the process, he became the most recognizable and most marketable asset in a league struggling to sell out arenas in cities like Pittsburgh, Memphis, Minneapolis and San Diego.  It was the same at every stop; Erving’s presence on the court put butts in seats, while his high-wire act routinely brought the crowds to their feet.

Which begs the question: Outside of maybe peanut butter and jelly, has anything ever gone together better than Julius Erving and the slam dunk?

“I would say that dunking remains an art form, and the fans still love it,” Erving says.  “But it probably doesn’t have the shock value that it had when I did it back in the Slam Dunk contest in 1976.  Today, players are jumping over cars and dunking.  It has been pushed to the limit.  But back then, there was something about the dunk that surprised people.  Startled them almost.

 

“I would say that dunking remains an art form, and the fans still love it.  But it probably doesn’t have the shock value that it had when I did it back in the Slam Dunk contest in 1976.  Today, players are jumping over cars and dunking.  It has been pushed to the limit.  But back then, there was something about the dunk that surprised people.  Startled them almost.” – Julius Erving

 

“And I used to do that a lot – startle people – when I held those clinics for Converse. I would always finish the clinics with a dunk show. Think about it; you spend the day going through passing drills, rebounding drills, shooting drills, and the kids are bored by the time you reach the end of the day.  That’s when I’d give them a dunk show.  It was a lot of fun seeing their expressions. I’d give them a little bit of everything – the cradle, two hands backwards, whatever came to mind. Sometimes I’d give them dunks from out of bounds.  But no matter what, I’d always wrap the shows with the run in from half court. I’d get to the foul line, and then I would just soar.  I would throw it down and head straight for the locker room. That was the show closer [laughs].”

As Erving speaks, I’m reminded of that famous foul line flush during the ’76 ABA Slam Dunk Contest. It remains an iconic moment in sports, as memorable as Roger Bannister breaking the four-minute mile, or as breathtaking as a Michael Phelps world record swim.  Where does it rank among Erving’s personal collection of all-time dunks?

“Oh, it’s definitely up there,” he replies quickly.  And then:  “There was a dunk against Elvin Hayes when he played for the Washington Bullets.  We were chest-to-chest. Every time I see him it comes up, and then we laugh and have a good time with it.  That was a long time ago but I think he’s still a little upset over that dunk, because nobody dunked on the Big E.  But that’s exactly what happened!  I remember we both went up strong.  He had both hands up, so he was basically a wall of muscle.  He knew he had me.  I just hung in the air and waited on him to slide down a little bit, and that’s when I threw it in. It shocked him, but it didn’t shock me.  That dunk ranks up there as one of the best of my career.”

 

Dr. J dunked his way through the ABA, first as a member of the Virginia Squires (pictured here), and later as a member of the New York Nets.

Dr. J dunked his way through the ABA, first as a member of the Virginia Squires (pictured here), and later as a member of the New York Nets.

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In his five ABA seasons, Erving won three scoring titles, three Most Valuable Player Awards and two league championships, but, more importantly, he became the face of the rival league, the player that everything and everyone else revolved around.  As a rookie, Erving dunked on the Kentucky Colonels’ 7′-2″ Artis Gilmore and 6′-9″ Dan Issel, giving him the confidence to challenge anyone at the rim.  It was posterizing in its purest sense, decades before the term ever existed.

“I suppose you could call it that,” he says with a chuckle.  “I remember dunking so hard that I fell flat on my back. I had to do it.  It was my way of convincing myself that I could play with anybody in this league.”

Erving averaged 27.3 points per game as a rookie, and finished second to Gilmore for the ABA Rookie of the Year Award.  In the playoffs, he averaged a gaudy 33.3 points per game.  Suddenly, the basketball world was starting to take notice:  The NBA’s Milwaukee Bucks drafted him, and Erving himself flirted with jumping to the Atlanta Hawks, playing a series of exhibition games with Atlanta and it’s own superstar,  ‘Pistol’ Pete Maravich.

“I considered Pete to be a good friend, and I think the feeling was mutual,” Erving says of the late basketball wizard.  “We went through training camp together that year, after I decided to try and make a move to the NBA.  We were different in a lot of ways – for example, we took very different routes to the NBA.  Pete was coached by his father in college, and he was a national star known for his fancy passes and high-scoring performances.  He was a three-time All-American at LSU.  He went directly to the NBA.  I didn’t have anywhere close to his level of notoriety.  But we were also a lot alike; we were both known for our showmanship, although in distinctly different ways – Pete’s game was made famous by what he could do on the court, whereas I was known for my ability to attack through the air.  We both considered ourselves students of the game, and we appreciated the contributions of the players that came before us – the Wilt Chamberlains, the Bill Russells, and the Jerry Wests of the basketball world.  And we both worked hard to improve our games.

“We used to stay after practice and play one-on-one, which shouldn’t really surprise anyone who knew Pete Maravich, because the guy was the consummate gym rat.  I personally enjoyed those battles, and I look back on them fondly, because they gave me a glimpse into his competitive nature.  Pete wanted to win.  It didn’t matter if it was a pickup game or a battle in the NBA.  And I think there is a misconception that Pete liked to hog the ball and take all of the shots.  That wasn’t the case.  He liked to score, like everybody else who plays the game – and trust me, Pete could score – but he wasn’t a selfish player.  No one who ever played with him would describe him as selfish.  The game as a whole flowed naturally from Pete, so there was an immediate connection between us on the court.  There was a lot of unspoken communication that developed between us during the short amount of time we were together – a look, a nod, subtle body language that only we could detect.  Telepathic.  Pete was an outstanding playmaker, and the most skilled basketball player I’ve ever seen.”

Erving’s wish to play in larger market was granted prior to the 1973-74 season, when he was traded to the New York Nets, signaling the death knell for the small-market Squires.  The Nets would win two championships over the next three seasons, with Erving assuming the dual role of best player on the planet and ubiquitous basketball ambassador.  The transaction was a portent of things the come, as the cash-starved ABA disentegrated following the 1975-76 season, with four teams – the Nets, Indiana Pacers, Denver Nuggets and San Antonio Spurs – absorbed into the NBA, and the rest of the league’s players made available via a dispersal draft.  The game’s best player was in his prime, and set to ply his trade in The Association.  Looking back on it now, how does Erving view his legacy during those five tumultuous in the outlandish ABA?

 

Julius Erving as a member of the ABA's New York Nets

Julius Erving as a member of the ABA’s New York Nets

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“Legacy is something that is both expansive and comprehensive, and to me it really goes back to a body of work,” Erving says.  “You build a legacy day by day, brick by brick, and by doing the things that are truly distinctive and that sets you apart from your contemporaries.  For me, I came on the scene and played five years in the ABA.  I played eleven seasons with the Philadelphia 76ers in the NBA.  In total, I played in six championship series and I won three championships – two in the ABA and one in the NBA.  I played in nine conference finals series in those sixteen seasons.  I was an All-Star in every one of those sixteen seasons. I’m a Hall-of-Famer.  So it goes back to a body of work.  I feel like my legacy speaks for itself, and I’m flattered to be recognized for my accomplishments on and off the basketball court.

“When I was a kid, I knew who Babe Ruth was and what he meant to the game of baseball. I knew what he represented in terms of being a legend and a part of culture in America.   That’s legacy.  There are icons like that in every sport.  Jim Brown in football and Bobby Orr in hockey, for example. Jesse Owens.  Muhammad Ali.  I think I’m in a peer group that’s universally recognized, so it’s really humbling that I’ve been able to build a legacy that’s on par with some of the greatest names in sport.”

 

“When I was a kid, I knew who Babe Ruth was and what he meant to the game of baseball. I knew what he represented in terms of being a legend and a part of culture in America.   That’s legacy.  There are icons like that in every sport.  Jim Brown in football and Bobby Orr in hockey, for example. Jesse Owens.  Muhammad Ali.  I think I’m in a peer group that’s universally recognized, so it’s really humbling that I’ve been able to build a legacy that’s on par with some of the greatest names in sport.” – Julius Erving

 

Ultimately, Erving didn’t transition into the NBA with the Nets; on the eve of the 1976-77 regular season, a salary dispute forced a $3 million cash trade to the Philadelphia 76ers.  And just like that, Dr. J was embarking on a new journey as the face of the Sixers.  How memorable was that first game in The City of Brotherly Love?

 

The signing of Dr. J sat well with 76ers fans everywhere.

The signing of Dr. J sat well with 76ers fans everywhere.

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“It was a thrill,” he says.  The fans were great, the energy was electric.  I’ll never forget it, but my first game in the ABA ranks right up there, too.  I grabbed 19 rebounds in my first professional game, and I somehow found a way to score 20 points. I felt real good about that first game with the Squires. I felt that this was the beginning of a special journey. Being a professional basketball player was something that I had dreamed about as a kid, and yet it was something I was never sure would happen.  As I mentioned before, I wasn’t a physical specimen like a LeBron James.  Nothing was guaranteed.  But it did happen.  It was the beginning of an amazing experience, and the starting point for all the things that followed:  A sixteen year professional career, playoff basketball, the excitement of winning championships, the frustration of getting knocked out of the postseason,  the frustration of dealing with injuries, the commraderie that comes with being part of a team.  None of that would have been possible without that first game.”

Erving’s arrival in Philly came with a boatload of hype and a side order of unrealistic expectations, and the superstar’s decision to subjugate his individual game to blend with his teammates only fueled the perception that Erving’s ABA career was overrated. Not that his first NBA season was a disappointment – far from it; his 21.6 scoring average, an All-Star Game MVP trophy and a trip to the NBA Finals validated Erving’s considerable talent.

“When I got to Philadelphia, I was asked to tone down my game a little bit because we didn’t need a 30-point scorer,” Erving explains.  “I played more on the wing and was asked to play a certain role that I think I fulfilled admirably – getting my teammates more involved in the offense.  The strategy largely worked, because we had the best record in the league and made it to the Finals in the first year. And we were up 2-0 on Portland in the 1977 NBA Finals, and feeling pretty good about our chances at that point.  I really think that if that team stayed together, we would have won one or more championships in those first three of four years. But, unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be.  The team was broken up, and in many ways we were starting all over.  I was rebuilding on the fly, with management focusing on players that could complement my strengths.  It got us to three more Finals over the next six years, so it’s hard to argue with the decision to make changes.”

Build they did, adding key pieces in point guard Maurice Cheeks and forward Bobby Jones, returning to the NBA Finals following the 1979-80 season.  The Sixers, however, came up just short, losing to the Los Angeles Lakers in six games.  The series was perhaps most memorable for two things: Magic Johnson’s 42-point, 15-rebound championship-clinching performance, and Erving’s swooping baseline scoop in Game 4 that many consider one of the greatest moves in NBA history.

“I get asked about that to this day,” Erving says, smiling at the memory. “I had the ball, and drove drove past Mark Landsberger on the right baseline.  I went up, but Kareem [Abdul-Jabbar] was right there with those long arms.  So I brought the ball back down and stayed in the air, passing behind the backboard and scooping the ball in on the other side.  A great memory, but I would have rather won the championship, obviously.”

 

Dr. J's swooping scoop shot, one of the greatest moves in NBA history.

Dr. J’s swooping scoop shot, one of the greatest moves in NBA history.

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Erving would be named NBA MVP following the 1980-81 season; a season later, the Sixers would fall again to the Lakers, this time in the 1982 NBA Finals.  Sensing the window closing, Philadelphia’s management made a bold move, trading for rugged center Moses Malone.

“Moses came in saying this was Julius Erving’s team,” he says.  “He wanted everyone to know that he wasn’t going to rock the boat, that he was coming in to make a great team even better. I was MVP of the league in ’81 and he was MVP in ’82 and ’83. We really had the powerhouse team and every night we stepped out onto the court, we felt we were going to win, so to win that championship in ’83 was validation for us as a team and as individuals.  I just remember how happy everyone was, especially me. I didn’t even take a sip of champagne in the locker room afterwards. I just poured it on people and myself. I just wanted to be sober and savor the moment. It was one of the most special moments of my life.”

 

Dr. J celebrates following the '83 NBA Championship.

Dr. J celebrates following the ’83 NBA Championship.

 

That championship would represent the high water mark in Erving’s illustrious career, as his physical skills would start to erode over the next several seasons.  He would retire following the 1986-87 season, leaving on his terms and walking away from the game with his legacy intact.

“I have no regrets, he says proudly.  “I think I was chosen by basketball.  I think that my God-given physical attributes, big hands, and big feet, the way that I’m built, proportion-wise, just made basketball the most inviting sport for me to play. And from the first time I picked up a basketball at age eight, there were things that I liked about it. It was hard work. I had to spend countless hours, above and beyond the basic time, to try and perfect the fundamentals. So there was a relationship there. It was a two-way street. I liked the game, I enjoyed the game, and the game fed me enough, and gave me enough rewards to reinforce that this is something that I should spend time doing, and that I could possibly make a priority in my life, versus other sports.

“So, walking away from something you love so much is never easy.  However, I knew what my standards were, and I didn’t feel as though I could continue to play at that standard. I didn’t want to become a reserve player, or a bench player, and it was time to move on and take on another challenge. That process had already started during the later years of my career. So I was letting go of one thing to be committed to other things, and I thought that was the right move.”

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As I make my move, I can’t help but think about the living legend hot on my heels, trailing passively because that’s what he’s supposed to do – this is a fantasy camp, after all, where memories are made and the layup I’m about to attempt doesn’t get swatted into the cheap seats. The photographer is positioned along the baseline, his camera poised to immortalize my once-in-a-lifetime moment.  I think about The Doctor’s 30,000 points scored as a professional.  I think about the ’81 NBA MVP Award, the two NBA All-Star Game MVP awards, the J. Walter Kennedy Citizenship Award, the selection as one of the NBA’s 50 Greatest Players, and the tremendous post-basketball success that Erving has enjoyed in the business world.

It crosses my mind that Erving has also had his share of tragedy and personal failures in his life.  His son, Cory, struggled with drug addiction, was charged with burglary and later died in a fatal car crash.  There was the revelation that Alexandra Stevenson, then a tennis phenom, was fathered by Erving out of wedlock.  A second illegitimate child, Jules Madden, ended Erving’s 31-year marriage to his former wife, Turquoise.  Legend or not, Erving is human like everyone else.  But when you soar as high as the Doctor, your flaws draw gasps every bit as deep as your thunderous dunks.

You got this…

Up I go, off my left foot, the basketball in my right hand.  Textbook.  I release the ball, my eyes focused on my target.  A kiss off the glass and a photographer’s click away from a dream come true…

 

Michael D. McClellan and Julius Erving share a moment after the action on the court.

Michael D. McClellan and Julius Erving share a moment after the action on the court.

 

Don’t  blow this, my mind yammers.  You got this.  You may have ridden the pine on your freshman high school team, you may have been cut as a sophomore, but even you can make this gimme shot.  Don’t choke. It’s just a layup.  It’s just a-

The hand comes out of nowhere.  The ball ricochets off the glass and goes bouncing toward mid court.

And then, laughter.

“Every now and then we’d play a little D at The Ruck,” Erving says, grinning.  He drapes a friendly arm across my shoulders and pats my back.  “Thought you might want something fresh to write about.  Come on, let’s run it again.”

I smile.

I chase down the ball and prepare to give my dream another go.

Just what the Doctor ordered.

By:  Michael D. McClellan | The most decorated champion in the history of professional sports is standing four feet away from me, the culmination of a 25-year journey, and I’m sweating like an awkward, teenage schoolboy about to ask the hot girl to the prom.  My heart hammers hard inside my chest.  My face is flush.  I’ve done plenty of interviews like this before, from marginally successful basketball players to some of the biggest names in the NBA, and I’ve always been under control, confident in my own skin, aware of my place in the natural order of things.  I simply ask the questions.  The star does the rest.  No pressure.  I’ve interviewed Magic Johnson, Julius Erving and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.  I’ve talked hoops with Jerry West and Bob Cousy.  I’ve shot hoops with Jerry Lucas.

But this…

Anyone who knows anything about me knows that my sporting passion lies squarely with the Boston Celtics.  Growing up, my entire world was Larry Bird.  I was a walking, talking encyclopedia of everything green-and-white.  I could tell you even the most random piece of trivia about the team, from its formation in 1946 to its most recent game to everything in-between.  Bird’s birthday?  December 7 – Pearl Harbor Day.  Red Auerbach’s alma mater?  George Washington University, 1941.  If only I had poured the same energy into academics, who knows, I might be working as a Wall Street power player, or maybe lecturing on the genetic inner-workings of DNA-to-RNA transcription, or analyzing subatomic particles at the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland.

Okay, maybe not.  But seriously, what fun would that have been anyway?  The Celtics were my universe, an obsession run amok.  Flash-forward:  I’m married.  House.  Son.  Career.  And yes, the Celtics are still right there, front and center.  I’ve written a book about the team, a collection of interviews with former Celtics players ranging from Dave Cowens to Bob Cousy to Robert Parish.  I’m talking Celtics on the radio with former Finals MVP Cedric Maxwell.  The obsession even follows me to bed, where I unknowingly wake my wife in the middle of the night, softly chanting ‘Larry Bird’ over and over in my sleep.

And just when I didn’t think it could get any better, when my wife is convinced that this Celtics sickness has reached its absolute apex, I’m presented with the opportunity of a lifetime:  A one-on-one interview with the great Bill Russell.  Three weeks later I find myself in Las Vegas, embedded in the ‘Bill Russell and His Legendary Friends Fantasy Basketball Camp’, here to participate as a camper and to write about Russell, the greatest winner in the history of professional sports.  If there is a Mt. Rushmore for sports legends, Russell’s face is on it, alongside Babe Ruth, Muhammad Ali and Michael Phelps.  We’re talking two NCAA championships, Olympic gold, 11 NBA titles in thirteen seasons with the Boston Celtics, the last two of those as player-coach.  Player-coach!

 

Bill Russell - 11-time NBA Champion

Bill Russell – 11-time NBA Champion

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And now here I am, four feet away from the single greatest player in franchise history – one of the greatest living athletes of all-time – and I’m having a full-blown panic attack.  I do my best to hide it, to come across like the consummate professional, to convince myself that this is just another interview.  And just when I get a handle on my emotions something else washes over me – something else I can’t control, no matter how hard I try:

I get giddy.  As giddy as a schoolgirl at a One Direction concert.  Giddy like a young child on Christmas morning.

How can I not?  I’m standing face-to-face with the great Bill Russell, about to hold court with a person recognized by President Barack Obama with Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation’s highest civilian honor.  This is a man known as much for his fierce pride as his unparalleled basketball accomplishments, a man who experienced racism, bore it with dignity, and refused to be defined by the color of his skin.

I stand there, on the basketball court at the Tarkanian Basketball Academy in Vegas, heart pounding, palms sweating, a goofy, ear-to-ear grin spread across my face like some sort of Silly Putty experiment gone bad, when I realize, for the first time, that this giant of a man standing in front of me isn’t smiling back.

“Why are looking at me like that?” he asks gruffly, his eyes penetrating me to the core.  “Do I know you?”

The color drains from my face.  My grin evaporates.  My heart sinks to my feet.

“Mr. Russell,” I say sheepishly, “my name is Michael McClellan, and I’m here to write about the camp.”

“Who?”  He asks his question pointedly, lets it hang in the air while an awkward silence settles in between us.  The look on his face is the same basic look I give when a telemarketer calls just as I’m sitting down for dinner.  He leers at me, annoyed.  “I didn’t ask for a writer.”

My mind is racing in a million directions at once, and the panic is back – only this time I can’t conceal it.  You’ll never get me to admit that I was on the verge of tears, but let’s just say that my emotional foundation had gone the way of one of those Fukushima nuclear reactors; yes, it’s safe to say that I was in complete meltdown mode.

And then, just like that, the great man in front of me begins to cackle.  It’s the famous Russell laugh, loud and long and full of life.  He smiles at me warmly and shakes my hand.

“Welcome to the camp,” he says, giving me a pat on the back.  “I know who you are – relax, we’re going to have a good time this week.”

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William ‘Bill’ Felton Russell was born on February 12, 1934, in Monroe, Louisiana.  His family dealt with the ugliness of racism on what seemed a daily basis, and those early years left an indelible impression that would later influence his relationship with Boston’s citizens, the team’s fans, and the sportswriters who regularly covered the Celtics.  To many, Russell was viewed as surly, standoffish and – hang onto your hats, ladies and gents – downright racist.  But there’s a saying that you shouldn’t judge another until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes; once, Russell’s father was refused service at a gasoline station until the attendant had taken care of all the white customers.  When his father attempted to leave and find a different station, the attendant pointed a shotgun at him, threatening to kill him unless he stayed and waited his turn.  Incomprehensible now, but not in the 1930s South, where African-Americans lived in constant fear of a white population rotten to the core with prejudice.

“One of my favorite memories, and I’ve told this story many times before, is that my grandfather had never seen me play basketball.  So my father and my grandfather go to the game, and they’re watching me play.  During the game, [St. Louis Hawks superstar] Bob Pettit says to my grandfather, ‘It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Russell.’  On the way back to Monroe after the game, my grandfather says to my father, ‘Something happened to me today that’s never happened before.’  My father said, ‘What’s that?’  And my grandfather said, ‘I’m ninety-one years old, and that’s the first time in my life that a white man has called me Mister.’”

 

“One of my favorite memories, and I’ve told this story many times before, is that my grandfather had never seen me play basketball.  So my father and my grandfather go to the game, and they’re watching me play.  During the game, [St. Louis Hawks superstar] Bob Pettit says to my grandfather, ‘It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Russell.’  On the way back to Monroe after the game, my grandfather says to my father, ‘Something happened to me today that’s never happened before.’  My father said, ‘What’s that?’  And my grandfather said, ‘I’m ninety-one years old, and that’s the first time in my life that a white man has called me Mister.’” – Bill Russell

 

Russell’s parents, Charles and Katie Russell, grew increasingly frustrated with the persistent racism of the South, and eventually decided to relocate the family to California.  He was eight years old when they settled in Oakland.  While race was the primary reason behind the move, there was also a financial incentive in the form of World War II and the demand for labor to support the massive war effort.  Charles landed a job in the Bay Area shipyards, but lost it in 1945 when the war ended.  From there the family lived in a series of project homes.

While poverty would leave an imprint, a far more significant event occurred in 1946, when Russell’s mother became sick with the flu.  In the hospital for two weeks, and with the doctors unable to determine how to treat the stubborn illness, Katie Russell died suddenly – and, in the process, and left a cavernous void in her son’s world.

“I had the best pair of parents a person could ever hope for,” Russell says.  “My first memory of life, was that my mother and father loved me.  They also taught me the value of education, and the importance of learning something new every day.  That stuck with me.”

While academics remained a priority following the loss of his mother, athletic success seemed less of a sure thing.  He was a wispy-thin 5’10” when he entered McClymonds High School, and failed to grasp even the most basic basketball concepts.  He was only slightly better as a member of the track team.  It seemed that his athletic career would come and go in the blink of an eye, but Russell was cat-quick, with large hands and great instincts, assets that kept basketball coach George Powles from cutting him as a sophomore.  Powles stressed the game’s basic fundamentals, and he encouraged the young Russell to focus on improving these skills.  The message immediately resonated with Russell, who was not used to hearing such encouragement from whites.  That motivation, coupled with a growth spurt to 6’5” by his senior year, transformed him into a defensive standout.

 

Bill Russell - Blocking Shots

Bill Russell – Blocking Shots

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“Defense was taught differently back then,” Russell says.  “It was thought that you had to stay flatfooted to react quickly and play good defense.  Today that seems preposterous, but back then the game wasn’t played the same as it is now.  It was played on the floor.  Almost everyone utilized the set shot on offense.  I wanted to use my strengths to make defensive plays, so I started jumping to block shots.  It was something the coaches initially wanted to change, but I stuck with it.  I think everyone eventually came around [laughs].”

Despite emerging during his senior year, the late-blooming Russell was still raw offensively and was offered only one scholarship upon graduation.

“I wasn’t one of the fair-haired athletes at McClymonds,” Russell reflects.  “When I left high school, I was not missed, honestly.  Nobody even said, ‘Whatever happened to…’  That didn’t even come up [laughs].  But I had a goal to go to a first-rate college, even though there were cliques at the school – parents and students alike – who didn’t think I’d get in, and who thought I’d flunk out if I somehow got accepted.”

 

“I wasn’t one of the fair-haired athletes at McClymonds.  When I left high school, I was not missed, honestly.  Nobody even said, ‘Whatever happened to…’  That didn’t even come up [laughs].  But I had a goal to go to a first-rate college, even though there were cliques at the school – parents and students alike – who didn’t think I’d get in, and who thought I’d flunk out if I somehow got accepted.” – Bill Russell

 

His entrance exams proved he belonged.  He was easily accepted into the University of San Francisco, where he grew to 6’9” and quickly introduced the world to the art of blocking shots.  How good was Russell at the art of rejection?  Filthy good; stats weren’t kept for blocked shots until Russell came along, and today his name is synonymous with the act.

“When people think about rules, they think about the things that you can’t do,” Russell says.  “But rules also tell you what you can do, if you think about them in the right way.  When it came to the rules of basketball, one of the things I learned was how to block shots.  At that time I’d never seen anybody block shots.  But in the rulebook it says that as long as the ball is ascending, the defender can bat it away.  So that’s what I started doing.”

At USF, Russell flourished; he, along with future Celtics teammate KC Jones, led the Dons to 56 consecutive victories and NCAA Championships in 1955 and 1956.  Russell was named the NCAA Tournament Most Outstanding Player in 1955.  He averaged 20.7 points and 20.3 rebounds in his three-year varsity career, emerging as a revolutionary and dominant force who could control a game at the defensive end.  Russell credits his late high school coach for the inspiration.

 

Bill Russell - Courtesy, University of San Francisco

Bill Russell – Courtesy, University of San Francisco

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“Outside of my father, and my grandfather, George Powles had a bigger impact on my life than any other man,” Russell says.  “When I went to USF, I told him I wanted to be the first All-American from McClymonds, and I was.

“Interestingly enough, George started out as the baseball coach at McClymonds, and then the principal gave him basketball, too.  He was the only white coach that would let the black guys play on his American Legion baseball team.  Frank Robinson, a dear friend and the first black manager in Major League Baseball, played baseball for George at McClymonds while I as there.  And I became the first black head coach in any of the major professional sports.  We both owe a lot of our success to George.”

Selected to represent his country as a member of the 1956 U.S. Olympic basketball team, Russell helped lead the US to gold at the Melbourne Games that November.  By then he was property of the Celtics, whose coach and general manager, the legendary Red Auerbach, had worked a trade for his rights with the St. Louis Hawks.

For much of the 1950s, Auerbach and the Celtics had been flush with offensive firepower.  They had two of the best guards in the league in Bob Cousy and Bill Sharman.  And they had a lithe, 6’8” center named Ed Macauley who could score but do little else.  Auerbach knew his team needed defense to compete for titles.  Russell, he felt, was the missing piece to the championship puzzle.

But there was a problem:  Because of their second-place finish the year before, the Celtics would be picking too late in the draft to get Russell.  And because Auerbach wanted to use a territorial selection to nab Holy Cross star Tom Heinsohn, Boston would forfeit its first-round pick altogether.  So Auerbach began to think trade, and he set his sights on the St. Louis Hawks, who owned the second overall pick in the draft.

Why focus on the second pick?  The first pick belonged to the Rochester Royals, but that team already had a promising young big man in Maurice Stokes, and Auerbach also knew that Royals owner Les Harrison wasn’t going to meet Russell’s demand for a $25,000 signing bonus.  The second pick belonged to the St. Louis Hawks.  Hawks owner Ben Kerner was open to talk trade, especially if the transaction involved St. Louis native Macauley, a six-time NBA All-Star and a local hero in St. Louis, where he had starred for St. Louis University.  Auerbach could easily afford to part with Macauley if he was getting Russell in return, but it wasn’t until Boston agreed to add rookie Cliff Hagan to the mix that Kerner acquiesced.

When Russell finally arrived, he fit the defensively-challenged Celtics like a glove.  Playing in 48 games, he led the league in rebounding.  Ironically, Boston would face the Hawks in the 1957 NBA Finals, squaring off against Macauley and its other star, Bob Pettit.  The series went the distance, with Game 7 held in Boston on April 13.  The Celtics prevailed 125-123 in two overtimes, giving Boston its first NBA Championship.

Russell was spectacular on defense throughout the series, and just like that, the Boston Celtics Dynasty was born.

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As I’m talking with Russell, I’m quickly reminded that the long-running narrative between the City of Boston and its basketball star has been anything but romantic, especially in the early years.  Boston was still segregated when Russell arrived, and the Civil Rights Movement was as racially charged here as in any city in America.  To say that fans had a love-hate relationship with the centerpiece of their dynasty is a supersized understatement.  And as for Russell himself, he instead chose to insulate himself from the city, the fans who loved the team, and the sportswriters who covered basketball in Boston.  To him, the Celtics were his family and all that really mattered.  Nothing outside of this cocoon, in his estimation, deserved his time or attention.

Many fans were conflicted by this proud black man who alternately brought them glory and denied them access into his world.  They viewed him as small, petty and spiteful, and his actions only fueled their distrust in him.  Yes, Russell was great, but he refused to acknowledge fans, wouldn’t sign autographs and was prickly with the media.  To them, he was ungrateful and unworthy of their loving devotion.  Russell couldn’t have cared less.  To him, the same fans who cheered for him were the same fans who wanted a segregated Boston.  They were the same fans who broke into his house, smashed his trophies, scrawled racist graffiti on his walls, and defecated in his beds.

“Philosophically, the opposite of love is not hate,” he was once famously quoted.  “The opposite of love is indifference.  So you don’t carry around hatred in your heart, because it takes your ability to be happy.  I don’t hate anybody.”

Inside the Celtics organization, Auerbach created an environment that was tailor made for the San Francisco big man.  To Auerbach, there were no black players or white players.  There were only basketball players, and he knew that he had the game’s ultimate weapon in Russell.  Their relationship was as close as any in the history of sport.

“I have enormous respect for Red, as you know,” Russell says quickly.  “It was a special relationship – I actually loved the man.  And I never played for him – we worked together.  That’s the reason for our success.

 

Bill Russell

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I trusted Red explicitly – there was never a single day that I mistrusted him.  He was an absolutely brilliant man – his background was in mathematics, and he was a master at psychology.  He had the best set of ears that I’ve ever known when it comes to a man in his position.  He would have two or three conversations with a player, and he would know how to relate to the player from then on.  He understood that you couldn’t treat everyone the same way, because everyone is wired differently, so he tailored his approach to each player.  That takes an enormous amount of hard work, but the results speak for themselves.”

 

I trusted Red explicitly – there was never a single day that I mistrusted him.  He was an absolutely brilliant man – his background was in mathematics, and he was a master at psychology.  He had the best set of ears that I’ve ever known when it comes to a man in his position.  He would have two or three conversations with a player, and he would know how to relate to the player from then on.  He understood that you couldn’t treat everyone the same way, because everyone is wired differently, so he tailored his approach to each player.  That takes an enormous amount of hard work, but the results speak for themselves.” – Bill Russell

 

Boston started the 1957-58 season on fire, winning its first 14 games en route to the NBA’s best regular-season record.  After storming through the playoffs, the Celtics found themselves in a rematch with the Hawks in the NBA Finals.  After splitting the first two games of the series, Russell went down with a severe ankle injury and was ineffective the rest of the way.  St. Louis would win the championship, but it would be the only time in twelve Finals appearances that Russell’s Celtics would come up empty.

Bob Pettit worked harder than almost any player I’ve ever seen,” Russell say, reflecting on his friend and adversary.  “That series was no exception – he scored 50 points in Game 6 of that Finals.  His name was synonymous with second effort.”

Russell was voted the NBA Most Valuable Player following the 1957-58 season, an award that surprised no one, least of all the player himself.

“I was one of the best athletes on the planet,” Russell says after a moment of careful thought.  The statement does not come across with the slightest hint of hubris attached.  “In 1956, I was ranked as one of the top three high-jumpers in the world in track and field.  I ran hurdles, I competed in the long jump, and I could run the 400 meters in the 40s.  When I jumped on the basketball court, I could get my eyes above the rim.  I could touch the top of the backboard.  But being an MVP is more than just being a great athlete.  An MVP makes the players around him better, and I think I did that.”

Rebounding is more about anticipation and positioning than it is about size and strength, and Russell was a master of both.  He led the league in rebounds for a third consecutive year in 1958-59, averaging 23.0 per game.  The Celtics returned to the NBA Finals for the third straight year, sweeping the Minneapolis Lakers 4-0 to reclaim the title, the team’s second in three years.

The 1959-60 season welcomed Wilt Chamberlain to the NBA, and with it one of the greatest individual rivalries in the history of sport was born.  It made for great theatre, a decade-long collision of giants on the hardwood, first with Chamberlain as a member of the Philadelphia Warriors, and later with him as the hulking center for the Los Angeles Lakers.  Russell was viewed by many as a team-first player, unconcerned about personal stats or awards, and focused only on the bottom line – winning.  Chamberlain was taller, stronger, and far more skilled offensively – he would famously score 100 points in a single game – but he was also portrayed by the media as a selfish player more concerned with personal accolades than winning championships.

And while the press painted these two goliaths as bitter adversaries, loathing each other to the core, nothing could have been farther from the truth; whenever Boston played a Chamberlain team on the road, it was not uncommon for Russell to spend the night at Wilt’s house as a guest.

Friends or not, matching up against such a physically imposing player as Chamberlain caused Russell plenty of headaches through the years.

“I couldn’t never play him the same way twice,” Russell says, “because I knew that it just wasn’t going to work.  We played against each other for a long time.  We went through our fair share of battles, and got to know each other pretty well.  And for the most part, my approach was a little different in every game.”

 

Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain

Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain

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And Russell’s take on his rivalry with Wilt?

“That’s where the common misconception comes into play,” Russell replies.  “It wasn’t a rivalry – it was a competition, which is completely different.  In a rivalry, you have the victor and the vanquished.  Wilt was never vanquished, and neither was I.  We were both hugely successful at what we did, but while we both played the same position, we played it differently.  So it wasn’t a rivalry.  But there was a tremendous amount of respect between us.  I once told Wilt, ‘I’m probably the only guy on this planet who really knows how good you are, because I get to see it up close and personal every time we play [laughs].’”

Despite all of the hype surrounding Chamberlain’s arrival, the season ended the way it began – with the Celtics in the NBA Finals, this time in rubber match with Pettit and the Hawks.  The series would go seven hard-fought games, with Boston winning Game 7, 122-103.  Russell was at his magnificent best in the deciding game, scoring 22 points and grabbing 35 rebounds as the Celtics won their second consecutive championship.

Boston won the title again in 1960-61, again against the Hawks, this time cruising in the Finals, 4-1.  Russell was again named the NBA’s Most Valuable Player; Chamberlain, in the eyes of many, was busy putting up gaudy, me-first numbers that meant little in the bigger picture.  It was a contrast of substance over style, and a subject that even Russell’s teammates were willing to speak publicly about.

As Don Nelson told the Boston Herald, “There are two types of superstars.  One makes himself look good at the expense of the other guys on the floor.  But there’s another type who makes the players around him look better than they are, and that’s the type Russell was.”

The next season, 1961-62, sounded a familiar refrain:  Chamberlain garnering headlines for his 50.4 point-per-game scoring average, and Russell walking off the court a champion, beating the Los Angeles Lakers in seven games.  Russell was again named the NBA’s Most Valuable Player.

This isn’t to say that Russell alone was responsible for the championship glut going on in Boston.  Auerbach was as shrewd a personnel man as there was in the game, bringing in complimentary pieces like Satch Sanders and Sam Jones to give the Celtics additional punch on offense and defense, respectively.  And in 1962 the Celtics added another future Hall of Famer, John Havlicek, via the ‘62 NBA Draft.  But, as another MVP trophy and a 4-2 series win over the Lakers in the ’63 Finals would prove, Russell was clearly the straw that stirred this championship drink.

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If the 1960s reflected the Celtics’ NBA dominance, it was also reflected the fight for civil rights in the United States – with Russell front and center for both.  He was consistently principled, often controversial, frequently misunderstood.  He loved his teammates like family, and was unwaveringly loyal to those who shared the same locker room – black or white.  If the Kennedys were Camelot, Russell and the Celtics were a colorless band of basketball brothers.  In 1963, when Russell marched with the Reverend Martin Luther King during the ‘I Have a Dream’ speech, every player on the roster understood why and questioned nothing.  When the Celtics played an exhibition game in Kentucky and a local hotel refused to let the black players sleep there, Russell and his black teammates refused to play in the game and headed back to Boston – with full support from Auerbach and Russell’s white teammates.

 

Bill Russell - At Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech, Washington, 1963

Bill Russell – At Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, Washington, 1963

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It was an uncommon bond among a group of uncommon men, and it helped to keep the Celtic Dynasty humming along at a scary clip.  Even the retirement of Russell’s dear friend, Bob Cousy, following the ’63 season, couldn’t stop the Celtics from winning their sixth consecutive NBA Championship, beating the San Francisco Warriors, 4-1.

The 1964-65 season will forever be remembered for one seminal moment, this in Game 7 of the Eastern Division Finals, with the Celtics clinging to a one point lead, 110-109, with five seconds remaining against Chamberlain and the Philadelphia 76ers.  Russell’s inbounds pass hit a guide wire supporting the basket, giving the Sixers the ball with no time elapsed on the clock.  Suddenly, Boston’s championship streak was in serious jeopardy.  Philadelphia’s Hal Greer inbounded the basketball to Chet Walker, and then John Havlicek – with the help of the late Johnny Most’s legendary radio call – etched his name into the team’s storied history:

Most:  “Havlicek steals it!  Over to Sam Jones!  Havlicek stole the ball!  It’s all over!  Johnny Havlicek stole the ball!”

Two weeks later the Celtics were kings of the world for a record seventh consecutive time, again beating the hated Lakers.  For Russell, it would also culminate with a fifth and final NBA Most Valuable Player Award.

When I ask Russell about winning the NBA’s ultimate individual award, he makes it clear that it was never solely about him.

“I’m in Las Vegas this week with Sam Jones and Havlicek,” he says, “and like I’ve told some of the campers, I won eleven championships with the Celtics.  And without those two guys, it might have been three.  Maybe.  They are the epitome of great teammates.  Sam had the most basketball skills of any player I’ve ever seen.  We won eight straight championships, and six times during that run, Sam was asked to take the shot that meant the season.  If he missed it, that meant we were done.  He never missed.  I personally owe a great deal of my success to those two guys – and Red.”

That record eighth consecutive championship would follow the 1965-66 regular season.  It also signaled the end of Red Auerbach’s hall-of-fame coaching career, as he retired from the bench to focus on running the team from the front office.  Auerbach’s first order of business:  Replace himself with a coach who could relate with his superstar.  The solution?  Auerbach hired Russell as player-coach, with Russell becoming the first African-American coach in league history.  The move was pure genius, as Russell led Boston to a 60-21 regular-season record, but the championship run was snapped by the Philadelphia 76ers team in the Eastern Division Finals.

Despite whispers that the aging Celtics’ championship days were behind them, Boston rebounded a year, exacting revenge on Philly in the 1968 Eastern Division Finals.  It wasn’t easy, but Russell outplayed Chamberlain when it counted most, making the key plays down the stretch of Game 7 to eliminate the 76ers. Boston then beat Los Angeles in six games to win the team’s 10th championship in 12 seasons.

The 1968-69 season would be Russell’s last.  The Celtics’ nucleus of Russell, Sam Jones and Satch Sanders was another year older, and the team struggled to make the playoffs.  And when the Celtics somehow reached the 1969 NBA Finals, again facing the hated Lakers, almost everyone expected a Los Angeles championship.  Superstars Elgin Baylor and Jerry West were in their primes, and the team had added a hungry Chamberlain to the mix.  Yet somehow, the underdog Celtics were able to square the series through six games.

Playing Game 7 on the road in LA, Russell found all of the motivation he needed in the Forum rafters, where thousands of purple and gold balloons hung in mesh netting, waiting to be released.  Lakers owner Jack Kent Cooke further angered and motivated the Celtics by putting a reference to a post-game victory ceremony in the game leaflets.

Russell played all 48 minutes of Game 7, and when it was over the Celtics were celebrating another championship at the expense of the Lakers.  It was the team’s 11th championship in thirteen seasons, an unparalleled run of greatness.  No one knew it then, but Russell had played his last basketball game, walking off as the greatest winner in the history of team sports.

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Russell would reemerge and reinvent himself through the years, with head coaching stints in Seattle and Sacramento, and with a gig as an NBA color commentator for CBS.  He also dabbled with acting, wrote an autobiography, and, more importantly, reconciled with Boston and its rabid basketball fans.  A frequent spectator at home games, no one was happier than Russell when the Celtics snapped a 22-year championship drought in 2008.  In 1970, he was named to the NBA 25th Anniversary All-Time Team.  In 1974, Russell was elected to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame.  In 1980, he was named to the NBA 35th Anniversary All-Time Team.  That same year, he was voted Greatest Player in the History of the NBA by the Professional Basketball Writers Association of America.

And yet, all of these accolades fail to capture the true essence of Bill Russell – that of a man unflinchingly centered on his beliefs, regardless of how the world chooses to judge him.

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In 2010 Russell received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the country’s highest civil honor, from President Obama.  It was the culmination of a lifetime spent standing up against racism and discrimination in all its forms, a crowning achievement of a principled life well-lived.  Obama would be on-hand three years later, when a statue of Russell was unveiled at Boston’s City Hall Plaza.  When asked after the unveiling about what he wanted his legacy to be, Russell simply responded, “That I cared about the children and the country in a meaningful way.”

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My four days in Vegas produces a lifetime of memories:  Playing one-on-one with Julius Erving; learning the skyhook from Kareem Abdul-Jabbar; private shooting lessons with Sam Jones; hanging out with Charles Barkley at the Wynn Hotel & Casino.

But the biggest moment, and the one that will stay with me longest, is the image of the great man glaring down at me, he alone in on the joke, watching me fall apart, brick-by-mental-brick.  At that moment I am transported to 1963, right to the heart of the Celtics championship run, a thousand grainy black-and-white clips of Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain coming to life before my eyes.  I can taste the champagne flowing in the locker room.  I can smell the rich smoke from Auerbach’s victory cigar.  I can hear Most’s sandpaper voice as he makes that legendary radio call.

 

Bill Russell and the author, Michael D. McClellan

Bill Russell and the author, Michael D. McClellan

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And then, just like that, Russell unleashes that famous laugh, a cackle that brings me back to the present.  I’m off the hook.

“Let’s talk,” he says.

As we move to a table to do the interview, I’m reminded that no matter what I end up putting on paper, nothing can do justice to the man sitting across from me.  I can only do my best and, like the Lakers before me, know that despite my best efforts, when it comes to the great Bill Russell, I’ll come up just short when the final word is written.