Written By:  Michael D. McClellan  |  He played basketball in an era when fists flew as freely as the two-handed set shots that defined a generation.  Think John Wayne on hardwood, and you begin to feel the essence of Bob Brannum.  A man’s man, Brannum was a blue collar warrior who approached the game with reckless abandon, diving for loose balls and detesting the effort of those who did not follow his example.  Equally adept and taking a charge or delivering a hard foul, the gritty Brannum simply let his game do the talking.  And while his contributions to the team often flew below the public’s radar, they were never lost on those fortunate enough to play alongside him.

Plucked from the farmlands of his native Kansas, Brannum traveled east to play collegiate basketball for the legendary Adolph Rupp.  How many hoopsters can say that they’ve been coached by the two biggest names in the business?  Brannum can.  He can tell you stories about Rupp, an ornery cuss if ever there was one, and then, without missing a beat, recount what it was like to play professionally for a burgeoning genius in Red Auerbach.  He can also tell you about a collegiate career interrupted by military duty, a subsequent transfer to Michigan State, and about barnstorming exhibitions played in high school gymnasiums all over New England.  Imagine Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls coming to your hometown to play the Los Angeles Lakers.  Then imagine them doing it again the next night, in the next small town just down the highway.  Unfathomable today, but Brannum can tell you what it was like to be basketball’s ambassador at such a grassroots level.  Want to talk NBA games played at the stroke of midnight?  Bob Brannum knows a little something about that, too.

Fierce, loyal, competitive; Brannum was the quintessential teammate, a rugged, raw-boned player willing to do the dirty work so vital to winning basketball games.  He was aggressive on the court – the great Bob Cousy flourished in large part because of Brannum’s relentless, hard-hitting style – and his reputation as both protector and enforcer was league-renowned.  Brannum, in fact, was all of these things and more – the youngest collegiate All-American in NCAA history, bodyguard to the game’s incomparable pass-master, and later, the longtime coach of golf and basketball at Brandeis University.

Brannum’s odyssey from Depression Era youth to NBA pioneer began in Winfield, Kansas.  He graduated from high school at sixteen, a year too soon for military action, thus postponing an inevitable date with World War II.  Rupp, in Kansas on business, came away from his visit intrigued with Brannum’s basketball skills – so much so that he invited the tough-as-nails post player to Lexington for an official tryout.  A scholarship to play for the mighty Wildcats followed.  Brannum was quick to validate Rupp’s belief in him, concluding a sensational freshman season by being named a consensus All-American.  Kentucky’s Baron had struck oil yet again.

The military came calling after his sophomore season, yet this didn’t stop Brannum from honing his basketball skills.  He played in a league on his base, battling with fellow Kentucky star Alex Groza, unaware that the two players would later be pitted against each other in an historic confrontation on Michigan State’s campus.  The more they played, the more they learned about each other – and about themselves.  Groza, later indicted in a point shaving scandal that rocked the sports world, was the more natural pivot.  Brannum was more comfortable at forward.

Brannum returned to Kentucky following his discharge only to find that the basketball landscape had shifted dramatically during his absence.  While Rupp was as ornery as ever, the UK basketball program was suddenly overrun with talent.  So stocked was the Wildcat roster that two All-Americans, Brannum and Jim Jordan, had to earn their way back onto the team.  This didn’t sit well with Brannum, who later transferred north, to Michigan State University, where he led the Spartans against his ex-mates in a game for the ages.  Playing before a packed crowd at Jenison Fieldhouse, Brannum thoroughly outplayed Groza and the rest of Kentucky’s Fabulous Five.  Scoring more than half his team’s points, Brannum and the underdog Spartans fell just short of a major upset, losing 47-45.  Brannum finished with 23 points, while only one other Spartan cracked double-figures.  No other MSU player had more than five.  Said Rupp afterwards:  Michigan State has a fine team, and they were keyed up for us tonight.  This huge crowd tonight showed how badly they wanted to beat us.  Rupp’s failure to credit Brannum directly was, in the Baron’s own perverse way, praise at the highest level.

The Sheboygan Redskins of the National Basketball League came next, followed by a brief stop with the Fort Wayne Pistons.  From there Brannum was traded – along with future Hall of Famer Bill Sharman – to the  Boston Celtics.  Auerbach liked Brannum’s toughness, something he thought the team sorely lacked.  Cousy benefited almost immediately.  With brawls breaking out in nearly every game during this era, Brannum’s presence made the opposition thing long and hard about roughing up the game’s greatest showman.  As an added bonus, the Celtics were suddenly a perennial playoff team.

“It was a great luxury to have Bob on the team, and to have him playing the role of protector,” Bob Cousy remarked years later.  “It definitely made my job a lot easier.”

You were born on May 28th, 1926, three years before the stock market crash.  What memories do you have of the Great Depression?

I don’t remember the crash itself, but I do vividly remember my dad and his brothers being out of work, and unable to get anything but part time jobs.  My dad had a Model T, which really wasn’t much more than four wheels and an engine, and he attached the belt from that old car to a saw so that he could cut wood.  He worked on my uncle’s farm, cutting wood for two dollars a cord.  I remember one time when he went into town to cash his check, only to learn that the bank had gone under and closed its doors.  That was in 1930.  He also worked on a farm.  He’d walk four miles, make a dollar a day, and walk four miles back home.


Please take me from your hometown of Winfield, Kansas to Lexington, Kentucky.

I graduated from high school at sixteen.  World War II was in progress at that time, but back then you weren’t eligible for the military draft until your seventeenth birthday.  During my senior year, a gentleman from the army base in Winfield saw me play.  His name was Major Boxley.  He came to several games, was impressed with what he saw, and figured I’d make a pretty good college player.  He was friendly with Adolph Rupp.  He called Rupp and told him that there was a prospect in Kansas he might want to take a look at.  Two prospects, actually, because my twin brother also played on the team and was a pretty good player himself.

Rupp had a trip planned for Halstead, which is about thirty-five miles north of Wichita and eighty miles north of Winfield, so our mother packed us into the car and drove us up there.  We met Rupp, and he asked us if we’d consider going to the University of Kentucky.  At that point we hadn’t considered college.  We both figured we’d find jobs or go into the military, but he convinced us that we should try out for the team.  Rupp gave us twenty dollars apiece to pay for the train ride to Lexington.  We could only afford tickets in the standing section of the train, which meant we were on our feet from Kansas to Chicago.  From there we caught a trolley to Lexington.  I was scared to death.

Rupp worked us out two-on-two, and we were impressive enough that he offered both of us a scholarship.  I went to summer school and took the necessary classes to get in.  I wasn’t a bad student, but I wasn’t a good one, either.  I joined the team in late September, started working out with them, and immediately got married.  Rupp was flabbergasted.  He thought we were too young.  We got into the women’s housing for three dollars a week rent.


In 1944, you were named a consensus first-team All-American.  Hall of Fame NFL quarterback Otto Graham and NBA legend George Mikan were also selected.  Did you know either of these gentlemen?

I didn’t know Otto, but I knew Mikan well.  He played for the Lakers, so it was natural that we fought a lot.  We played against each other on those [barnstorming] exhibitions between the Celtics and Lakers, and then met several more times during the regular season.  There were plenty of battles.  But I did know Leo Klier from Notre Dame, and Bob Kurland from Oklahoma A&M.  I never dreamed of becoming an All-American, and I would have thought you were crazy for suggesting it.


Where were you when you found out you were an All-American?

Back then there wasn’t March Madness.  The NCAA didn’t pay anything, and Rupp wasn’t going to send his team to a lesser tournament, so we were getting ready to go to the NIT when I found out the news.  We went to New York City for the awards ceremony, had a nice dinner, and received a watch to commemorate the event.  It was quite an honor.  A lot of people don’t know this, but I was the youngest player ever to be selected as an All-American.  Paul Walther of Tennessee was the youngest ever nominated.  They called him ‘Lefty.’  He was a great guard, but he never made it through the selection process.  I was seventeen years old at the time of my selection.


Your college basketball career was interrupted by World War II, when you served two years in the military.  During your tour of duty, you were teammates with Alex Groza on an armed forces team at Fort Hood, Texas.  What stands out most in your mind about this period in your life?

The damned army, that’s what stands out [laughs].  As far as playing basketball with Groza, we had to figure out who was going to play the pivot.  Alex was taller and a lot smoother than me – I was what you’d call a fifty percent shooter, because I’d always miss my first shot and have to follow it up to make a basket – so he ended up in the middle and I ended up playing forward.


You returned to UK but didn’t stay.

I went back to UK after being discharged.  There were plenty of players on the roster, but there was more to it than that.  Adolph Rupp was a great basketball coach, a Vince Lombardi-type, but he wasn’t a nice man – at least not in the gymnasium.  Outside of basketball he was pleasant enough.  When it came to coaching he was going to win at all costs, and before the SEC tournament he decided to remove me and Jim Jordan from the traveling squad.  Looking back we should have known what was going on.  Rupp didn’t like us, for whatever reason, and he wasn’t too subtle about showing it.  That year he had the entire team rooming on the same floor, except for me and Jim.  Our rooms were two floors above the rest of the team.  We were treated like outcasts and then left off the traveling squad, so I decided to transfer to Michigan State.


How did you end up at Michigan State?

Michigan State had a graduate who was a doc in the military.  He got passes for us to play ball and to get off the base, things like that – he could get around the military brass where we couldn’t.  While I was still in the service he asked if I wanted to go to MSU.  I turned him down at the time, but he said that the invitation was open if I ever changed my mind.


On January 10th, 1948, UK traveled to East Lansing, pitting your new team against your old one.  Though heavily favored, the Wildcats only won by two, 47-45.  You outplayed Groza in that contest, outscoring him 23 to 10.   What did it mean for you to play so well against your former team?

I tried to play well against everyone, regardless of the competition.  I was hard-nosed and didn’t like to get beat, so anytime we lost was very disappointing.  That game was bigger than most.  It was the biggest crowd to ever watch a basketball game in Jenison Fieldhouse, mostly because Rupp brought the Fabulous Five with him and everyone wanted to see an upset.  Kentucky had things going their way until Rupp decided to freeze the ball.  I scored two quick baskets to tie the game at 43.  The crowd was loud all game long, but it was even more so after we tied the score.  We came up on the short end, which was extremely disappointing.  I really wanted to stick it to Rupp.


Groza won back-to-back national championships while at UK, as well as an Olympic gold medal.  His achievements were forever tarnished because of his involvement in a point-shaving scandal during the 1949 NIT tournament (then the premiere collegiate basketball tournament, and determiner of the national championship), and the NBA banned Groza for life.  Where were you when you heard the news?

I was in a car, driving with Red Auerbach, when he turned to me and said, ‘They picked up Groza and [Ralph] Beard last night.’  My first thought was that [Celtics owner] Walter Brown had pulled off some kind of deal to sign those guys, and that I was going to be out of a job.  Then Red explained that they had accepted $2,000 apiece to shave points in a game against Loyola University.  Kentucky was the favorite in that game, but they ended up losing by seven or eight points [67-56].  But they hadn’t planned on losing.  They just wanted to keep the score close enough to cover the spread.  Dale Barnstable was the third player caught up in the scandal.


Any idea why the mafia would target Groza?

Alex liked money.  He liked pulling a couple of hundred dollars from his wallet and showing it around.  His brother, Lou, was a place-kicker for the Cleveland Browns.  He always kept Alex flush with money, so I can see where he would have been tempted to shave points.  It was still a shock, and it made me mad to know that he’d been involved in something like that.


Your first three NBA seasons were spent with the Sheboygan Redskins and, briefly, Fort Wayne.  Please tell me about this period in your career.

I was drafted by St. Louis and Sheboygan after my junior year at Michigan State.  Back then the class had to graduate to be eligible, so I had to wait.  It was tough.  My wife was expecting our second child, I was getting $110 per month from the government, and I had a mountain of doctor bills to pay.  I ended up signing with Sheboygan.  That first year we were a really bad team – there were a couple of  decent basketball players on the roster, but we started a 5’-10” guard and a 6’-2” forward.  These guys really weren’t basketball players, but that’s all we had.

Sheboygan was a member of the NBL – the National Basketball League – and I remember traveling all over the place.  There were always exhibitions to play.  Anything to promote the league.  We’d pile in DeSotos and Suburbans, six of us in a car, and we’d head off to play those damned exhibitions.  We did that for two years.  During my second season the NBL and the BAA merged to form the NBA.  The new league kicked out all of the little teams, the ones that weren’t profitable, and kept the few that made money.  Sheboygan was gone.  Fort Wayne played its games in a high school gym, but the team later moved to Detroit and became the Pistons.  The league also absorbed Syracuse and Rochester.  That last season we must have played Waterloo ten times.  I led the league in scoring and became something of a fair-haired boy to the franchises being absorbed into the NBA.  I averaged 20 points per game and ended up on the Fort Wayne roster.


You became a Boston Celtic on October 14th, 1950, when Red Auerbach sent the draft rights to Charlie Share to Fort Wayne.  Bill Sharman was also a part of the deal and joined you in Boston.  Please tell me about Bill Sharman, and what it was like to play with him.

It was just like playing with any other player.  I wasn’t in awe.  He was a great foul shooter, probably the best ever, and he wasn’t afraid to mix it up on the court.  People remember me for being a brawler, but Sharman would take a swing with the best of them.  He protected himself.  He took a swing at Jerry West during his rookie year, and West wasn’t the same player the rest of the game.  West went from making everything in sight to hardly taking a shot at all.


Mr. Sharman was a scratch golfer, and you were once the golf pro at Barre Country Club in Vermont.  You were also the longtime golf coach at Brandeis University.  Did the two of you ever tee it up, and if so, who usually came out on top of those battles?

Bill wasn’t a scratch golfer!  He couldn’t hit the ball, and when he did it was with that sideways swing of his and you never knew where the ball was going.  He got that swing from playing baseball, which was the other sport he excelled in.  Bill was always trying to hit the golf ball like he was trying to hit a baseball, so I didn’t have much trouble with him whenever we played [laughs].  His son was the scratch golfer in the family – he could really play.

I started out taking lessons at Yale Country Club, and later on I started teaching.  I’m not saying that I was a great golfer, because you can teach people the proper way to swing a golf club without being great.  I was giving lessons for $2.50 and $3.00 an hour, and when I wasn’t teaching I was going to Boston University in the evenings to earn my college degree.  I needed five credit hours, which I got, and then I received my diploma from Michigan State University.  All of that, in one way or another, had something to do with me coaching golf at Brandeis.


Celtic legend Bob Cousy had this to say about you:  “Bob Brannum was my bodyguard on the court.  Teams learned pretty quickly not to pick on the 5’-11” skinny kid from Holy Cross.”

I was a rough type of player.  I just played, and I played hard.  Cousy wasn’t going to pick many fights, so I just made sure that no one picked a fight with him.  The word ‘great’ is overused – just look at some of the players they call ‘great’ today – but Cousy was a great basketball player.  He was also unselfish.  He’d give you the ball every time down the court, unless you missed, and then he wouldn’t give it to you for a week [laughs].  As a person Cousy is the best.  He’s been right there during my recent surgeries, coming up from his home in Florida, even though there have been times when I didn’t know who he was.  You can’t ask for much more than that.


What was it like to play for an owner like Walter Brown?

Walter Brown was the salt of the earth.  There wasn’t another owner as generous and as kind as that man – unless you screwed up, and then he’d let you know about it [laughs].  I remember coming back from one of those exhibitions in Maine when a state trooper pulled us over for speeding.  It was my car, but Bob Harris was driving it.  The trooper didn’t give us a ticket.  He called Walter instead and told him about the situation, and Walter jumped all over me for doing something that he thought was stupid.  He was right, so there wasn’t much I could really say about it.


Bob Cousy told me that Red was a scary driver in his own right.

Red was one of the craziest drivers in all of New England.  He was a maniac behind the wheel.  There was another time when we were on the road and got stuck behind a log truck.  There was snow all over the place, which made the truck even slower, and Red was going nuts.  He was driving and honking, and trying to get around that big truck.  Of course Red’s car was loaded down with basketball players 6’-5” or taller.  Big guys.  The car could only do so much.  Charlie Cooper was in the front seat beside him, scared to death.  Finally Red busts around the truck and runs it off the road.  He’s still steaming, but he’s smart enough to know that the trucker’s mad, too.  He knows he’d better wait for everyone to get out of the car before any words are exchanged.  So Cooper gets out first, and before you know it we’re all out there in the snow with him.  Red pops off at the guy, “Don’t think we won’t…” and that was all it took.  The guy was back in his truck before we knew it [laughs].


The 1952-54 Celtics reached the playoffs for the first time in team history.  What was it like to defeat a bitter rival like Syracuse to reach the Division finals?

We went onto the court determined to win every game.  Win or lose, we went in knowing that there were going to be scuffles.  The Syracuse fans hated us.  I thought that was wonderful, because it was great to be able to go into their gym and come away with a win.

There was one altercation between me and Dolph Schayes – Schayes belted me, cut my eye.  There was blood everywhere.  I said, “Oh hell…” and I went right after him.  The refs threw us both out of the game, and afterwards a journalist wrote that it [the ejection] was Red’s smartest move of the game.  It sure wasn’t a fair deal for Syracuse, because Schayes always gave us fits.  He was hard to handle.  I wasn’t going to score a bunch of points like him, so it hurt Syracuse a whole lot more than it hurt us.


The Nationals returned the favor a year later in the Division Finals.  That playoff series included a wild in Game 2, stopping the action for 30 minutes.  Syracuse stars Dolph Schayes and Paul Seymour were forced from the contest by brawl-related injuries.  Were you involved in any of the festivities?

Believe me, there weren’t many fights that I didn’t get into.  I may have had something to do with Seymour going out of that one [laughs].


What was the “Milkman’s Matinee?”

It was a promotional that Walter Brown dreamed up – the game was played at midnight because the circus had contracted to use the Boston Garden.  It was the only time that the court was ever turned 90 degrees – again, because of the circus – and it was the only time that we ever wore white sneakers.  Brown was a very superstitious man, so when we lost that game he made us switch back to black.  It stayed that way for as long as I could remember.


Please tell me about “Easy” Ed Macauley.

He was moral person, a good Catholic, a fine young man.  He was a Walter Brown favorite.  We were roommates during my last year with the Celtics, but it’s hard for me to give you an estimate of his playing ability.  We were different types of players.


Then describe yourself – your style of play.

If I saw a loose ball I was flying on the floor for it.  That’s the way I believed you played the game.  I always believed that the harder you went after a ball the less likely you were to get hurt.


Adolph Rupp and Red Auerbach; what was it like playing for each of these legendary coaches?

Both men were great coaches, but to me there was no comparison between the two.  Rupp was an intimidator.  He wasn’t a bad person outside of the gym, but he was a win-at-all-costs coach.  He didn’t care who he stepped on.  I was scared to death of Rupp, but it was a completely different situation with Red.  I loved Red dearly.  I was more afraid of being released than anything else.  As a player you didn’t want to let him down because he would do anything for you.  And Red was so damned smart – he knew exactly how to handle his players and get the most from them.


The twenty-four second shot clock was introduced during the 1954-55 season, your last with the Celtics.  Having played in both eras, what impact did the shot clock have on the NBA

It made a big impact.  I think it hurt the big guys the most, guys like Mikan, who couldn’t stay planted in the pivot.


You were the basketball coach at Brandeis University from 1970 until 1986.  Please tell me about this part of your life.

It was a difficult situation.  By that I mean in terms of recruiting.  Brandeis is a Jewish school with very high academic standards.  It’s very hard for non-athletes to get into the school, so it was difficult to get good players.  I enjoyed the rest of it.


You were inducted into the New England Basketball Hall of Fame.

I was in the hospital at the time, and don’t remember much about it.  One of my former players nominated me.  I’m still waiting for my plaque [laughs].


Final Question:  You’ve achieved great success in your life.  If you could offer one piece of advice on life to others, what would that be?

Work like heck.  And never leave with an enemy – always do your best to get along with people.


Written By:  Michael D. McClellan | Don Nelson is enshrined in the Hall of Fame as a coach, and rightly so; the winner of 1,335 NBA games sits alone atop the list of all-time great coaches, collecting more Ws than legends like Pat Riley, Phil Jackson, and Greg Popovich. He wins the NBA Coach of the Year Award three times, conjures the point forward into basketball lexicon, and introduces the world to “Nellieball,” an alien concept during the NBA’s center-centric ’80s but all the rage in the small-ball world we live in today. At Golden State, he mixes his small lineup with a run-and-gun attack, emerging from his laboratory with something the press dubs “Run TMC” and leading the Warriors to a 23-game turnaround from the previous season. Yes, Don Nelson—“Nellie” to the basketball world—should be in the Hall of Fame as a coach. But lost amid the coaching savant narrative is a baller who wins five NBA championships, three with Bill Russell and two with Dave Cowens, and whose leprechaun-aided jumper crushes the Lakers hopes and helps Russell walk away a champion.

Surprisingly, a young Don Nelson nearly bypasses a playing career altogether, setting his sights on coaching long before taking that first gig with the Milwaukee Bucks in ’76. Who knows how many wins he would have racked up had he decided not to play in the NBA. But then again, Nelson, who joins the Celtics in 1965, would have never played for (and learned from) one of the game’s greatest.

“Red wanted to speed up the pace and dictate how the game was going to be played,” Nellie says. “We spent countless hours practicing it in the gym. He would drill into our heads why the fast break was so important, reiterating the mechanics that made it successful . . . the rebound, the outlet pass, the finish. It was my first year on the team and Red’s last as coach. For me, it was a master class.”

Born in Muskegon, Michigan, Nelson gets his first taste of hoops on his family’s Illinois hog farm. Nelson’s family loses the farm when he’s in the sixth grade, and his father takes a shop job in the farm implement industry. They move to Rock Island, Illinois, and it’s here that Nelson begins spending time at the local YMCA, learning to play the game.

“I went out for my seventh-grade team and got hooked on basketball,” he says. “When I was a sophomore at Rock Island High School, the head coach thought that I was good enough for the varsity team. I sat on the end of the bench my first year. I started as a junior, and the next year I made All-State.”

His success gets him noticed. He ultimately signs with Iowa.

“Iowa’s head coach, Bucky O’Connor, recruited me. I signed a letter of intent, and then Bucky was killed later that summer in a tragic automobile accident. Sharm Sherman was appointed head coach. He came down to Rock Island and watched our games, so he knew what he was getting. It made for a natural transition.”

At Iowa, Nelson scores 1,522 points and averages 21.2 points-per-game from 1960–62, leading the team in scoring and rebounding all three seasons. He’s named first-team All-Big Ten and second-team All-American as a senior.

“Somebody at the University of Iowa knew somebody who worked for the Chicago Zephyrs, and they asked if I wanted to play pro ball,” Nellie says. “I was actually going to be Sharm’s assistant coach, but that conversation got me headed in another direction. I figured I could always fall back on coaching if a playing career didn’t work out. I was drafted in the third round that year.”

The Zephyrs begin NBA play in ’61 as the Chicago Packers, the nickname a nod to the city’s meatpacking industry. (Today the team is known as the Washington Wizards.) After one season in Chicago, Nelson is acquired by the Los Angeles Lakers in 1963, starting out on the other side of the NBA’s greatest rivalry.

“I only played one full season for the Lakers, before I was waived midway through the 1964–65 season. That’s how Boston picked me up. I was a backup that first year with the Lakers. We ended having a bunch of injuries—Elgin got hurt in the playoffs, and Jerry West averaged 44 points to get us to the Finals. Boston killed us. The next year I got waived because the Lakers had this hotshot draft pick named John Fairchild. I remember he had a really good exhibition game, and the next day they waived me and kept him. Ironically, Fairchild never made it in the NBA, and I went on to have a pretty good career.”

The Lakers waive Nelson 39 games into the 1964–65 campaign. The reserve forward is averaging a paltry 2.4 points and 1.9 rebounds. He figures his NBA experiment is over.
“In those days I didn’t have an agent, and I didn’t know if any other teams even had my number,” Nellie says. “I was home for a couple of weeks when I got a call from Red, who was looking for a player. They’d drafted Ronnie Watts from Wake Forest, but he didn’t pan out the way that they’d hoped, so they were looking for a guy who could play. It was either going to be Jackie Moreland or me from the Detroit Pistons. They chose me, and to this day I don’t know why. It only cost the Celtics $1,000 bucks. I flew into Boston, but the season had already started, and the team was on a road trip. I signed my contract and then I went to my hotel room and waited for four days. I listened to them on the radio.”

Nelson averages 10.2 points and 5.4 rebounds while appearing in 75 games during the 1965–66 season, Auerbach’s last as head coach. In the 1966 NBA Finals, the Celtics beat the Lakers 4–3, sweet revenge for a player the Lakers deemed expendable.

“It was my first championship, so it was special,” he says coyly. “I’ll just leave it at that.”

Over the next several seasons, Nelson continues his role as valued bench contributor. “Red started the Sixth Man trend with Frank Ramsey. John Havlicek was the Sixth Man when I got there. A few years later they moved him into the starting lineup, and that’s when I became the Sixth Man. It’s a role I played for about six years, and then somebody else took my place.”

The Celtics’ streak of eight consecutive championships comes to an end in 1967, but the team rebounds to win again in ’68. A year later, an aging Bill Russell carries Boston back to the Finals, where they face Wilt Chamberlain, Jerry West, and the heavily favored Lakers. The series is deadlocked after six games, Game 7 in Los Angeles. Lakers owner Jack Kent Cooke orders purple and gold balloons harnessed at the top of the Forum, to be set free as soon as the last second drain from the clock and an entire city exorcises the Ghosts of Celtics Past.

The shot that beats the Lakers that night leaves Nelson’s hands from the foul line, hits the back of the rim and bounces straight up, an impossibly high trajectory for a midrange jumper. It hangs in the air for what seems like days, before falling through the basket.

“A lot has been written about that game,” Nellie says. “I hit the lucky shot that probably won the championship—I shot it so poorly that it hit the back of the rim and it went way up in the air, and it came down and went straight through the basket. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, because Havlicek was dribbling the ball and had it poked out of his hands. It came straight to me. We were up a point when that shot dropped, so that basket definitely helped us hang on to win that game. The Lakers didn’t release those balloons. They’re probably still up there today [laughs].”

Bill Russell and Sam Jones walk away after that championship, and Auerbach hires Tom Heinsohn to lead the rebuilding process. Jo Jo White arrives via the 1969 NBA Draft, and a year later Dave Cowens is selected out of Florida State.

“Red Auerbach drafted a great player that year in Dave Cowens, but at the time we really didn’t know what we had,” Nellie says. “I met Dave early that summer after he’d been drafted. He came to Boston to get comfortable with the city . . . We’d go to the YMCA every day and work out. I could tell how good he was going to be, but at that time he was a rookie and didn’t know a lot. We played one-on-one all the time, and he couldn’t beat me, no matter how hard he tried. Two months later I couldn’t beat him.”

With a nucleus of Cowens, White, and Havlicek, and with Nelson providing valuable minutes off the bench, the Celtics return to win the 1974 NBA Championship, beating the Milwaukee Bucks in seven games.

“Tommy Heinsohn made a key strategic decision at the beginning of that series,” Nellie says. “Tommy wanted to use Oscar’s age to our advantage. He decided that we were going to press Oscar full court and try to wear him out over the course of the series. The press would make it harder for him to bring the ball up the court, and the Bucks would have to start their offense deeper in the shot clock—which meant they couldn’t get the ball into Kareem’s hands as easily. We picked him up full court using Don Chaney or anybody else we had. We ended up beating them in Milwaukee, which was my first title without Bill Russell. It was a pretty special moment for me because I was part of a completely new group of champions.”

Two years later the Celtics win it all again, defeating Phoenix to claim the team’s 13th banner. The series will forever be remembered for Game 5 in Boston Garden, a triple-overtime affair that ranks as one of the best games ever played.

“That game had everything. The Boston Garden was so hot that Tommy Heinsohn had an episode with his blood pressure. We jumped to an early 20 point lead, but the Suns came back and forced overtime. That’s when Paul Silas called a timeout that we didn’t have. Referee Richie Powers was supposed to call a technical foul on that play. If that technical had been called, Phoenix would’ve had a foul shot to win the game. Everybody on the Suns’ sideline was pissed!

“We had a three-point lead with 15 seconds left in the second overtime, but Dick Van Arsdale scored a bucket, then Paul Westphal made a steal, and Curtis Perry followed his own miss to score a basket and put Phoenix up by one point. With four seconds left, Havlicek dribbled down the left sideline, made his cut, and hit a 15-foot bank shot.

Everyone thought the game was over because the shot was at the buzzer. Hundreds of people stormed the court to celebrate. The referees ruled that one second remained on the clock. Eventually, the court was cleared, and that’s when Westphal called the timeout that the Suns didn’t have. We were up by a point, and while the foul shot gave us a two-point lead, it also allowed the Suns to inbound the basketball at half court. That’s when they designed a last-second play for Garfield Heard, who made a jump shot over me at the top of the key. It was a little out of his range, but he made it anyway and put us into triple overtime.

“Glenn McDonald rarely played for us that season, but because of all of the foul trouble he had to play big minutes in the third overtime. He responded by scoring six points to help us secure the win. It was without a doubt the craziest game that I ever played in.”

Nelson retires following that ’76 championship, his fifth with the team, and dives headlong into coaching.

“I learned everything that I knew about coaching from Red Auerbach,” Nellie says. “Not only did I play for him, we struck up a friendship, and he became a close personal friend. Before every home game I would have my pregame meal in downtown Boston, and then I would show up at the Garden early and talk basketball with Red for an hour. I learned so much just listening to him—how he handled the players, his coaching philosophy, things like that—and I basically adopted most of what he imparted. Over time I added a few my own wrinkles, and I ended up becoming a pretty decent coach.”

While Nelson’s genius is unquestioned, he’s quick to remind us that it’s Auerbach who was ahead of his time.

“People call me a genius and I cringe,” he says. “Red used to play the smalls against the bigs in practice to get everyone fired up. When we played full court games, the bigs never won. They were ineffective because they couldn’t handle the basketball, and that gave the smalls an advantage. When we played half court, it worked out the other way. The smalls couldn’t stop the bigs. I think I get more credit than I deserve about a lot of things. I don’t think of myself as a coaching genius. All I did was use a small lineup with a team that didn’t have very good big men, and I was very successful with it.”

Although he doesn’t win an NBA crown as a head coach, Nelson strikes gold at the 1994 FIBA World Championships.

“That was the hardest thing I ever did as a coach because the Dream Team had just won the gold medal in the 1992 Olympics. I was coaching Dream Team 2. The criticism came if we didn’t win by 20 points every time out, so it wasn’t just about winning the gold medal. It’s a good experience to look back on, but it was a tough one to go through.”

Nelson retires in 2010, his coaching career capped by those 1,335 wins and three Coach of the Year trophies. His résumé might not include an NBA championship, but he could care less. His only regret is not pursuing the Celtics head coaching job when Bill Fitch is fired, which ends up going to K. C. Jones instead.

“I felt a loyalty to the Milwaukee Bucks because they had been so good to me,” Nellie says. “Looking back, who knows, maybe I should have been more willing to make that break and pursue the Celtics job. But I have no complaints with the way things worked out. If you write my epitaph, I would be very happy if you just said that Don Nelson was a good guy and a pretty good coach.”


Written By:  Michael D. McClellan | Bill Walton wins an NBA championship, an NBA Finals MVP award, and an NBA Most Valuable Player award before vanishing into rumor, missing three full seasons and playing only 14 games in another, the one-time “Next Great Thing” undone by feet not designed to support a man his size, the pain taking him on a decades-long journey that includes 37 orthopedic operations and an inner-dialog dominated by thoughts of suicide. In his darkest moments, Walton lay prone on the floor, unable to move, his spine having collapsed, wishing only that he had a bottle of pills, or a bottle of whiskey, or a gun. He can think of nothing else but the radiating nerve pain, pain so severe that no life is the better alternative to the one in which he finds himself trapped. This is a side of Bill Walton the public never sees, at least not until he pulls the curtain back in his 2016 memoir, Back from the Dead, giving readers a backstage pass to three hellish years spent on the floor of his house, eating his meals flat on his stomach, crawling to the bathroom, barely able to hoist himself into bed.

“I’m getting back into the game of life,” Walton says, smiling. “Before I had my spine surgery, it got to the point where my life wasn’t worth living. I was useless. I can’t describe the pain—people who haven’t experienced nerve pain can’t relate. It’s debilitating, excruciating, unrelenting. Today, I’m pain-free.”

Walton’s story unfolds with an idyllic childhood in La Mesa, California, transitions to a counterculture lifestyle that’s alien to mid-70s NBA, and descends into an injury-ravaged abyss that undercuts his vast potential. It’s a long, strange voyage filled with contradictions.

“I had the most wonderful childhood,” Walton begins. “We had nothing, but I had everything. My mom was our town librarian, so I had an endless supply of books. That was my life. I’ve never been a television watcher—I’m not really much of a spectator, I like doing things. I had a transistor radio and a basketball. I also had a bike and a skateboard, so I could go places on my own. But that was nothing compared to the places I could visit through the books that my mom brought home daily. The mental travels from those books, and from reading the LA Times in those days, were my form of escape.”

It’s his mother who sets Walton on his path to basketball greatness.

“In 1964, my mom brought home the first sports book that I ever read, which was Go Up For Glory, written by the incomparable Bill Russell. She said, ‘Billy, this book just came into the library, and I know that you have been outside playing basketball, whatever that is, so I thought this might be of interest to you.’ I devoured every aspect of that book, and I never gave it back to her. I read it over and over and over again. When I joined the NBA, one of the first checks that I ever wrote was to the San Diego library for the book that I never returned.”

Walton’s passion for basketball begins not at the playground with other children but as a solitary endeavor.

“I loved playing basketball by myself. I was very awkward and shy, so I was by myself all of the time. There was Little Billy with his red hair, and his freckles, and his big nose, and his goofy, nerdy looking face, and this horrendous speech impediment—I couldn’t speak at all without stuttering horribly. But I could play basketball, and I could practice by myself. I would be playing these imaginary basketball games out in the backyard, with legendary Laker broadcaster Chick Hearn transporting me to the NBA where I’d play games as a member of the Boston Celtics. I was 12 at the time and never in my wildest dreams thought that I might one day be doing it for real.”

Walton pauses, his mind on constant fast-forward and rewind.

“It is impossible to understate the importance of the Boston Celtics in my life. They were my favorite team as a young boy chasing the dream of being part of the NBA. I’m from San Diego, but I developed my love for the Boston Celtics because of Chick, who spoke with such awe and respect for the Celtics. He was so complimentary of Red Auerbach, Bill Russell, and of all of the players on those great championship teams of the ’60s, even though his job was to sell everything Lakers. So here was Little Billy in San Diego, with his transistor radio under the covers, listening to Chick talk about the incredible accomplishments of the Celtics. That’s what I wanted to be a part of, so it was the perfect situation.

“I love all things Boston.”

Little Billy continues to grow, and it’s hard not to notice his potential. Walton attends Helix High School, where he grows into the most coveted basketball player on the planet. Helix captures the California Interscholastic Federation High School title two years running, all while winning its final 49 games. He’s 6–10 when he graduates in 1970, setting the national record for field goal percentage (79 percent), but some of Walton’s favorite high school memories are created away from the court.

“I went to my first Grateful Dead concert when I was 15 years old and immediately fell in love with them. There’s this great community and tribal spirit that comes with being a Dead Head. Going to the concerts was the most fun in the world. Everybody’s happy, everybody’s dancing, and everybody’s jumping up and down. The music is phenomenal. The whole experience is one of joy and love.”

Walton enrolls at UCLA in 1970, following in the sizeable wake of Lew Alcindor (Kareem Abdul-Jabbar). It’s an impossibly high bar to clear, but Walton matches Abdul-Jabbar as a three-time Consensus First Team All-American, and as a three-time recipient of the NCAA Player of the Year Award. It’s during Walton’s freshman season that UCLA starts a mind-boggling win streak that spans four seasons. It begins on January 30, 1971, with a victory over UC Santa Barbara. He joins it 15 games later, his brilliance helping stretch the streak to 88 straight, including two consecutive 30–0 seasons and three national championships.

“January 19, 1974,” he says, when asked what he remembers most about the streak. “The loss at Notre Dame. We wanted a third undefeated season, but it didn’t happen. That loss was a punch to the gut.”

The disappointment is easy to understand. As a sophomore, a Walton-led UCLA rolls to a 30–0 season by outscoring its opponents by 30.3 points a game, an NCAA record that still stands. A year later, Walton and the 1972–73 Bruins again go undefeated and again cut down the nets. By his senior season, the streak and the chase for perfection becomes a national preoccupation.

“The loss to Notre Dame was a harbinger of things to come,” Walton says. “At any other program, finishing 26–4 and reaching the Final Four would be a cause for celebration. But, like those great Celtics teams, we wanted to win every game we played, and we wanted to go out on top.”

Doesn’t happen. The Bruins lose two more regular season games, and then, on March 23, 1974, North Carolina State beats UCLA 80–77 in double-overtime in the National Semifinal at the Greensboro (NC) Coliseum, in what is widely regarded as one of the greatest NCAA tournament games ever. The loss marks the end of the Bruins’ seven-year national championship run.

“Coach Wooden never talked about the streak,” Walton says. “He never mentioned winning, period, because that was a byproduct of everything else that went into preparing to play the game. He kept us focused on doing things the right way. That’s why losing to North Carolina State in the Final Four was so difficult for me to overcome.”

Along the way, Walton becomes not only one of Wooden’s favorite pupils, but also one of his biggest challenges.

“I knew I was Coach Wooden’s worst nightmare because I fought him on everything. I always wanted to know why,” says Walton, who finishes his college career as a three-time Academic All-American. “Why were we in Vietnam? Why did I have to cut my hair? Why did I have to shave? Why was Nixon president? I was never satisfied.”

Walton has countless stories like these. Some have morphed into urban legend.

“John Wooden used to place a lucky penny in the corner of the locker room each year and pretend to find it as he was giving a pregame speech,” he says, smiling. “Well, I ended up stealing John Wooden’s lucky penny. One day I received an anonymous letter stating that there was a curse on me, and that the only way to break the curse was to go to the Philippines and see this witch doctor. Trust me, when you’re the most injured athlete in the history of sports, you can’t say it doesn’t cross your mind.”

The Next Great Thing’s fairytale ride starts hitting potholes in Portland. Selected by the Trail Blazers with the first overall pick of the 1974 NBA Draft, Walton’s first two years are marred by a constant string of injuries, causing him to miss 78 of 164 games.

Walton misses time with a broken nose and then follows that indignity with injuries to his wrist, leg, and foot. When healthy, he redefines the center position with his vision and passing. In his third season, Walton plays in a career-high 65 games, spearheading the Blazers’ run through the playoffs. He refuses to be singled out for his greatness, instead crediting everyone else as the difference makers against Philadelphia in the 1977 NBA Finals.

“It was a total team concept,” Walton says of Portland winning the championship. “We trusted each other, and we trusted the system. I played my part, and I tried to play it well, but the truth is, we had Maurice Lucas, and nobody else did. We had Jack Ramsey, and nobody else did. And, just as importantly, we had the Blazermaniacs, and nobody else did.”

An avid biker, Walton endears himself to those Blazermaniacs by biking to Memorial Coliseum on game days. His counterculture lifestyle, seen by many around the country as strange and off-putting, is right at home in Portland.

“The crowd made me better; the crowd made me high,” says Walton. “They knew they made us better, and that drove them to give us even higher levels to delirious celebration and support.”

It’s in Portland that Walton’s love affair with the Grateful Dead reaches new heights when he’s recognized at a concert. It’s a memorable affair for all involved.
Walton wins the NBA MVP Award following the 1977–78 season, even though he only plays in 58 games. By the All-Star Break the Blazers are 40–8, and winners of 44 straight at home, but on March 5, Walton has surgery on the nerves in his right foot. That foot heals, but now something is wrong with the left. He misses 22 straight games, returning to play 34 gutsy minutes in the playoff opener against Seattle, scoring 17 points and grabbing 16 rebounds in a losing effort. It’s clear to anyone watching that Walton is not healthy.

“The beginning of the end in Portland,” he says.

Still in pain, Walton faces a dilemma; rule himself out for a must-win Game 2, or take an injection of Xylocaine, an anesthetic. Walton takes the shot. He plays. And while the Blazers win to even the series, Walton’s season, and his career in Portland, is over.

“I played on a broken foot,” Walton says. “I didn’t want to let my coaches down, or let my teammates down. It turned out to be the wrong decision, because it was based on immediacy. We needed to win that game to avoid a 2–0 hole against the SuperSonics. I wasn’t thinking about my long-term health.”

The injury leads to legal action and finger-pointing, with Walton sitting out the entire 1978–79 season in protest. After the season he signs with the San Diego Clippers, returning home but playing in just 102 games over five years.

And then, just when he considers walking away for good, Red Auerbach and the Boston Celtics come calling.

The Trade goes down during the summer of ’85.

Auerbach, unhappy with Cedric Maxwell’s injury rehab, swings a blockbuster deal that delivers Bill Walton to Boston. The feud between Auerbach and Maxwell goes public, with both sides taking the low road; Auerbach strikes mention of Maxwell in an upcoming book, while Max leaves town throwing shade.

“With Red, loyalty was a two-way deal,” Walton says. “Red created a culture of trust, family, loyalty, pride, all the things that we love and mean so much to us. He expected us to be wholly vested in his vision, and the temporary falling out with Cedric Maxwell was, in Red’s mind, a violation of that trust. He felt that Cornbread hadn’t worked hard enough at rehabbing his knee injury, and Red considered it an affront to the Celtic Way. I’m just glad that they were able to get past their differences because Cedric was a special player who helped the Celtics win two championships.”

For Walton, who grows up idolizing Bill Russell, The Trade is a dream come true.

“The Celtics didn’t give me my career back, they gave me my life back,” he continues. “To be able to go from the bottom to the top in one plane ride was just staggering. I had early success in my career, but the endless string of injuries destroyed everything. The Celtics gave me a chance to be a part of something special, which has always been my dream in life.”

Walton’s medical history is of prime concern, but it isn’t the only concern; the media and the fans immediately wonder whether Walton and Parish can coexist.
“Meeting with Robert Parish was the very first thing that I did when I arrived in Boston,” Walton explains. “When I got off of the airplane, M. L. Carr was there to pick me up. M. L. wasn’t going to be on the team that season because he’d transitioned to something else, but he was still part of the Celtic family. We hadn’t left the airport yet. I said, ‘M. L., take me over to Chief’s house, I’ve got to talk to him.’

“I went over to his house, and I looked at him, and I said, ‘Robert, I just want you to know that I’m only here to help you. I’m not here to take anything from you. I’m here to add to what you’ve already done, to what you’re currently doing, and to what you are going to do.’ I’m a team guy. That’s what I’m all about. I needed Robert to hear that come from me personally because that’s the way a team is supposed to work. And Robert could not have been nicer. It was so fun to play with him. I love that guy so much.”

Once training camp starts, a healthy and reinvigorated Bill Walton falls in love with his sport all over again.

“I had played against Robert Parish, and I knew he was excellent. I had played against Dennis Johnson, and I knew that he was fantastic. I didn’t know how good Larry Bird and Kevin McHale truly were. Larry was the best player that I ever played with. Kevin was the second greatest low-post player that I ever played against, after Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. It was just so much fun. I’m sitting here today, 30-plus years later, and I’ve got this big, giant grin on my face thinking about how fun it was to get up every day, and to go and spend the day with those guys. It was that way with everybody on the team. Danny Ainge—who should be in the Hall of Fame: Scott Wedman, Jerry Sichting, Rick Carlisle, Greg Kite, Sam Vincent, David Thirdkill . . . K. C. Jones and the assistant coaches, Chris Ford, Jimmy Rodgers, and Ray Melchiorre. It was an incredible experience. It was better than perfect.”

For the first time in his career, Walton doesn’t feel the burden of carrying a team on his shoulders. In Boston, he can simply fit in.

“It was a championship team before I ever got there,” he says. “I was just lucky to be in a Celtics uniform. My job was to remind the guys of what the schedule was [laughs]. K. C. Jones would put a variety of combinations out there. Sometimes he would have Larry, Kevin, and Chief on the court doing their thing. And then it might be Larry, Kevin, and me…or Robert, Kevin, and me. He also had Scott Wedman, who was a fantastic talent coming off the bench. Everybody could do everything, including think. There were a lot of interchangeable parts.”

In Portland, Walton becomes famous for riding that bike to games. In Boston, he relies on another mode of transportation.

“I hate traffic, and I hate to wait,” he says. “The T was the fastest way to get to the games; I remember riding the Red Line and the Green Line to get to the Boston Garden because the traffic was just so awful. The fans would be rocking the cars, just like they did in the Garden, with chants of ‘Here we go Celtics, here we go!’ And then you’d get there, and the fans were so fired up. They were the best fans in the world. People would buy tickets just to be in the arena, even though they could even see the game. I don’t know how many people actually bought tickets because if you knew anybody, you could get in for free. They had that backdoor on the Causeway Street entrance, where some guy was just standing there waving people through. It was just so fun, it was a dream come true. The world as it could be and as it should be. What could be better than that?”


The most famous Dead Head in the world wastes little time evangelizing his favorite group to his new teammates.

“When I came to Boston, my love for the Grateful Dead was well-known,” Walton says. “Larry and Kevin came up and asked me if they could go to the show, because they’d never been and didn’t know any of the songs. And my reaction was one of immediate excitement. I was like, ‘Yeah, okay, let’s go!’ And so we put together a road trip, and we all went—well, everybody except for Danny Ainge because his wife wouldn’t let him go with us [laughs]. It was a fantastic time! When the show was over, they looked at me with the Kaleidoscope eyes of somebody who’s just seen something for the very first time. I don’t know that they ever embraced the Grateful Dead. I can’t speak for them. But afterward, they said, ‘Wow! Can we come back tomorrow?’ So we went back again the next night.”

With Walton finally healthy and Bird at the top of his game, the Celtics roll to a 67–15 record, best in the NBA. The players are alike in many ways—consummate teammates, brilliant passers, intense competitors. The friendship that develops is immediate.

“Spending time with Larry Bird is like being on a tropical island,” Walton says. “There is so much heat, and so much life, and everything is happening at warp speed. I don’t know if you have ever been to Maui, but you can sit there in a chair and see the plants get bigger because everything is happening at such an extreme level. That’s what life with Larry Bird was like. There was so much fun, and so many things going on. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have been a part of that.”

The connection with Robert Parish is equally rich.

“I love Robert Parish. Away from the spotlight, Robert is very funny. That’s the way that he is. On the bus rides, in the locker room, in the hotels, in the airports . . . he was just so much fun. Imagine the honor that I had when Chief went into the Hall of Fame, and he called me up and said, ‘Bill, would you be my presenter?’ Are you kidding me? I am the luckiest guy on earth. Playing behind Robert Parish, that is akin to following a Brinks truck down a bumpy road and they forgot to close the back door.”

Walton anchors the second unit, and the Celtics roll to the ’86 NBA championship. For a student of the game, following in the footsteps of the great Bill Russell is the ultimate “pinch me” moment.

“Bill Russell became my favorite player ever, on and off the court. The way he always carried himself epitomized everything that I wanted to be. The way he stands up for a better world. To see someone like Russell stand up to the nonsense, to the indignities, to the injustices . . . he’s a beacon of hope, he’s a shining star. He’s who I aspire to be, knowing full well that I could only hope to be but a tiny fraction of the towering pillar of humanity that he has always been. Bill Russell is a towering giant in a world of shriveling midgets.

“There is this incredible moment in Bill Russell’s last game,” Walton begins. “It’s Game 7 of the 1969 NBA Finals, and the Celtics are playing the Lakers in Los Angeles. The game’s on national TV, the Celtics are huge underdogs, it’s being played in the Forum. Jack Twyman, who is one of the announcers, goes into the Celtics’ locker room before the game. Russell is sitting there. He’s got this scowl on his face, and he’s ready to go. Sam Jones has already shown him the letter that Jack Kent Cooke wrote to all of the Laker season ticket holders, about how the championship would be celebrated at the end of the game. Russell has also heard about the purple and gold balloons suspended in the rafters and how the Lakers will be releasing them when the final horn sounds. He knows about the champagne chilled in the Lakers’ locker room. Jack Twyman says to Bill Russell on camera, ‘What’s going to happen tonight, Russ?’ Russell just glares at Jack, and he says simply, ‘We’re going to win.’ Jack is taken aback, and he asks how he knows that the Celtics are going to win. Russell looks at him and says, ‘Because we’ve done this before.’ I was so pumped up when I heard him say that. I was sitting there, watching Russell on TV, and I was like, ‘Yeah! Let’s go!’ And we all know what happened. Russell played the entire 48 minutes and walked into the sunset a champion.”

Steer the conversation in any direction, and all roads eventually lead back to the Grateful Dead. Walton has jammed with the Dead, toured with them, and seen more of their concerts than just about anyone. He’s so close to the band that they often stay at his home, rather than a hotel, when visiting San Diego. He even met his wife, Lori, through friends of the band.

“She’s a fan of the Grateful Dead, and she went to UCLA, which were two very important attributes,” he says, laughing.

Walton, who keeps count of his concert tally, certainly doesn’t see himself scaling back anytime soon.

“I didn’t count the first 12 years that I went to Grateful Dead concerts—nobody ever thought of counting back then, we just went all of the time. It was during the late ’70s or early ’80s that I started to count my concerts. Today the count is 889, but it’s not important how many. It’s important that we were there, that we are there now, and that we hope to be there tomorrow. I used to care where they played and what they played, now the only thing that I care about is that they play at all, and how they play. I want more shows.”

Walton sees endless parallels between basketball and the Grateful Dead and moves seamlessly between his two favorite subjects.

“From the very beginning with the Grateful Dead, I looked up on that stage and shouted from the top of the highest mountain, ‘I am with those guys!’ From the earliest days listening to Chick Hearn, I said the same thing about the Boston Celtics: ‘I’m with those guys!’ I’m with Red Auerbach. I’m with K. C. Jones. I’m with Bill Russell. I’m with John Havlicek. And then the ’70s came, and the love affair never stopped, because then I’m with Dave Cowens. I’m with Jo Jo White. I’m with Paul Westphal. I’m with Paul Silas. I’m with Don Nelson. And then I’m traded to Boston, and my dream comes true. I’m with Larry, Kevin, Robert, DJ, Danny, Rick, Scotty, Jerry, and all of the guys. I’m with those guys.”

Winners of 15 world championships before he arrives, ‘those guys’ now includes this guy, the oft-injured redhead who resurrects his career in a Boston Celtics uniform.

“I was drawn to those great Celtics teams by the way that they played,” Walton says. “Those great teams in the ’60s were so fast, and the ball never seemed to touch the floor. You had Sam Jones with his patented bank shot, K. C. Jones with the great defensive steal leading to transition offense. You had Bill Russell blocking a shot or grabbing a rebound to ignite the fast break. You had Tommy Heinsohn with the running hook shot, John Havlicek doing everything imaginable on earth and never getting tired. And then you had Dave Cowens, who was so fabulous in the early ’70s and who was just so fun to watch. And then later you had Larry Bird, Kevin McHale, Robert Parish, and DJ doing their thing . . . To be an admirer of that tradition, and then to be a part of it, you couldn’t possibly hope for anything else.”

Unfortunately, Walton’s injury woes return. He plays in a career-high 80 regular season games during the championship run but appears in only 10 during the 1986–87 season. He’s on the bench when Larry Bird makes his famous steal during Game 5 of the Eastern Conference Finals, and he retires shortly after the Celtics fall to the Lakers in the ’87 NBA Finals.

“Being part of a band is the same as being a part of a team,” Walton says. “That spirit of, ‘Yeah, we’re going to get this done,’ or ‘Let’s go, we’ve got a show to put on,’ or ‘We’ve got a game to play.’ It all translates into the same thing: ‘We get to go do this today, and we get to go do it together.’ The teamwork, creativity, improvisation, and imagination that goes into being a great musician also goes into being a great basketball player. Those are the things that I knew I was going to miss when I decided it was time to retire from basketball.”

Walton has long ago accepted his lot in life.

“My story is one of a meteoric rise to the top, and then immediately followed by catastrophic orthopedic health problems. I’m the most injured player ever. I missed more than nine full seasons of my 14-year NBA career. I could never sustain. I’m on Bill Walton 17 right now.

“I wanted to be the best, but my body would not carry me where I needed to go or where I wanted to go. I spent half of my adult life in the hospital, endured 37 operations, and never achieved the ultimate dream of being the best. I’ve learned to appreciate the things that I’ve accomplished, like being a part of two of the greatest basketball teams in the world, the Bruins and the Celtics. It doesn’t get much better than that.”

One thing is clear: Bill Walton 17 is happy to be back.

“When you are old like I am, the driving emotions in your life are pride, loyalty, and gratitude. Pride: The satisfaction with your choices. Loyalty: Do we care, and is this worth it? Gratitude: The appreciation and the respect and the acknowledgment of the sacrifice that has gone for you to create what we have today.”

Walton pauses. His smile releases a row of perfect teeth, thoughts of suicide nowhere to be found.

“I try to learn from the past, dream and hope for a better tomorrow, and live for today. Today is what I can go for, and that sense of going for it is what excites and motivates me. There’s a song by the Grateful Dead, called ‘Saint of Circumstance.’ Listening to it reminds me that when you have dreams, and then the dreams come true, and then the reality is better than a dream, there’s nothing like that in life. That’s happened a lot in my life. The Boston Celtics are such a big part of who I am, and a big part of the life that I have today.”


By:  Michael D. McClellanImagine: The greatest athletic deal-closer of the twentieth century is celebrated endlessly, his name floating atop every all-time championship list and dropped into every serious debate over who has exerted the greatest influence on their sport, his close personal friendships awash in celebrity, royalty and head-of-state chutzpah. His likeness is iconic, a symbol of championship excellence against which all others in team sport are measured. His legacy as the ultimate bottom line, results-oriented exclamation point is long since secure, the label ‘winner’ perhaps more synonymous with his name than any athlete in history. And yet when Bill Russell – yes, that Bill Russell, the one with the signature laugh and all of those championship rings, many of them coming at the expense of a certain statistical glutton named Wilt Chamberlain – is asked to name the single greatest player he has ever been associated with, the answer comes quickly and without hesitation.

“In the years that I played with the Celtics,” says Russell, “in terms of total basketball skills, Sam Jones was the most skillful player that I ever played with. At one point, we won a total of eight consecutive NBA championships, and six times during that run we asked Sam to take the shot that meant the season. If he didn’t hit the shot we were finished – we were going home empty-handed. He never missed.”

Imagine: You are Sam Jones, and Russell’s words waft over you from just a few feet away. You are humbled by them, and your usual loquaciousness evaporates at the sincerity of the proclamation. The loss of words is easy to understand; Russell, never one to offer undeserving praise, is beautifully matter-of-fact in his assessment of his close friend and former teammate. It is the ultimate show of respect, and you are reminded of 1969, when Jones had announced his retirement and Russell had decided to keep his own retirement plans under wraps, so as not to detract from the magnitude of Jones’ twelve seasons in a Boston Celtic uniform.

“No one compares to Bill Russell,” Jones finally responds. He is seated with six other NBA legends, some of the greatest to ever pick up a basketball – Jerry West, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Magic Johnson and Julius Erving among them. This is the Bill Russell Adult Fantasy Basketball Camp, a one-time opportunity to rub elbows with hoop royalty. “With all due respect to the gentlemen around me, Bill Russell was the smartest, most driven basketball player the game has ever seen. To this day he remains the single most influential force in team sports of any kind.”

And so it goes. Friends for life, Russell and Jones share a mutual respect forged by the blast furnace temperatures of championship basketball, one that comes from laying it on the line together, night in and night out, and ultimately walking away together, on top. For Jones, the journey began in the small town of Laurinburg, North Carolina, where sports flowed freely from one season to the next, and where baseball appeared to be his strongest suit. Not that he dreamed of becoming a professional athlete; times were different in the 1940s, and the teen aged Jones saw himself becoming a teacher. Sports represented a shot at a scholarship, a chance to experience life as a college student, an opportunity to pursue his dream career as an educator.

Determined to make athletics a means to that end, Jones played basketball well enough at Laurinburg High School to generate genuine interest from a number of prominent colleges. He attended North Carolina Central, a small black NAIA school in Durham, where he played for the legendary John McClendon, who had learned the game from Dr. James Naismith, and where Jones found himself free to push the boundaries of his emerging talent. Had Jones played today he would be considered a blue chip basketball phenom, but back then many of his sublime collegiate performances went largely unnoticed. There simply were no Internet chat rooms, no cell phones, no text messages, no 24 x 7 sports channels beaming coverage to all points on the globe. Jones’ exploits traveled slowly instead, by word-of-mouth, which is how another legendary coach, Arnold “Red” Auerbach, came to take a chance on the unknown talent from a school that was barely on the basketball map.

Selected eighth overall by Auerbach in the 1957 NBA Draft, Jones arrived in Boston wary of his chances of making a team that had just won its first championship. The Celtics boasted two All-Star guards in its starting lineup, eventual hall of fame players Bob Cousy and Bill Sharman, and there was plenty of veteran competition for the reserve spots on the bench. Jones considered himself a long shot at best. Auerbach, for his part, had never seen Jones play, and he approached the rookie with skepticism. He wondered whether Jones would have the heart to survive training camp, well-known to be the most demanding in the league, and he doubted the rookie’s mental toughness to battle his way onto the season-opening roster. All of that changed as soon as he saw Jones run the first set of drills. He was sprinting without breathing hard. He was clearly prepared, and serious about the opportunity.

“When he arrived,” Auerbach recalled years later, “there were three other guys almost just like Sam who were trying to make the team. The difference was the other three just thought about shooting. After a couple of days, Sam started handing out some nice passes and blocking out so other guys could shoot. You could see that he was committed to becoming a complete player.”

Forced to cut veteran and former ACC star Dick Hemric to make room for Jones, Auerbach played his rookie shooting guard sparingly during the 1957-58 season. Cousy and Sharman were at the peak of their respective games, Bill Russell and Tom Heinsohn were another year wiser, and the Celtics appeared destined to repeat as NBA champions. Jones averaged a meager 4.6 points while playing in just over 10 minutes per game, and few outside of Boston knew anything about the player destined to become one of the greatest clutch shooters of all time.

Jones’ rookie season ended in disappointment. The Celtics advanced to the NBA Finals for the second consecutive season, and were overwhelming favorites to repeat as champions. Facing the St. Louis Hawks, a severe ankle injury to Russell torpedoed any title hopes as Bob Pettit and “Easy” Ed Macauley won their first and only NBA crown.

Jones saw his playing time double the following season as Auerbach began planning for Sharman’s eventual retirement. The Celtics, now deeper with Jones playing a bigger role in the offense, steamrolled the Minneapolis Lakers 4-0 to win a second title in three years. In a season defined by balance and capped with a crown, six Celtics (Sharman, Cousy, Heinsohn, Russell, Frank Ramsey and Jones) averaged double-figure scoring.

Winning it all again the next season cemented the Celtics’ stature as a dynasty in the making. Russell was clearly the league’s defensive player nonpareil, the team’s driving force, and the primary cog in Auerbach’s title-hungry machine. It was also clear to Red that Jones was the heir apparent to Sharman, and that his young shooting guard seemed to play his best basketball with the game hanging in the balance. The addition of Satch Sanders in 1960, along with the grooming of fellow backup KC Jones as the eventual successor to Cousy, gave Boston a stronger defensive presence and furthered Auerbach’s need for perimeter scoring. Heinsohn assumed that role during the 1960-61 season, leading the Celtics with a 21.3 PPG average, as Boston won its third consecutive title. For Jones, Auerbach’s attacking, fast break offense fit like a glove. It was similar to McClendon’s system at North Carolina Central, full throttle on both side of the ball.

“Our style of play at that time started the use of smaller, fast forwards,” Auerbach told Pro Sports Weekly. “It was up tempo, and because it put a smaller team on the floor we had to go to the press more often. See, Sam understood his role in this perfectly. He would race the length of the court on the wing, and on defense he knew how to pressure his man. Sam was a smart basketball player.”

The 1960-61 season marked the last for Sharman, whose body was beginning to break down from the rigors of professional basketball, and it was also noteworthy in that Jones made his breakthrough into the starting lineup.

“I knew I was ready,” Jones says, “but in my mind, the backcourt still belonged to Bob Cousy and Bill Sharman. They were great, great players who had earned their right to start. Replacing Bill as the starter at that point, well that was by necessity. He was hurting and the team needed me to step up.”

With Sharman retired and Jones the unquestioned starter, Boston posted a 60-20 record and earned a date with Wilt Chamberlain and the Philadelphia Warriors in the 1962 Eastern Division Finals. It was classic battle; in the thrilling seventh-game showdown, with the score tied at 107 and two seconds left, Jones hit a jump shot over the outstretched arms of Chamberlain to seal the win. After the game Chamberlain hailed Jones as the Celtics’ best player. Auerbach lauded his guard’s coolness under pressure and predicted that Jones would be ready to produce further heroics if needed. The comments would prove prophetic; in the NBA Finals against the Los Angeles Lakers, Jones again came through, scoring five of the Celtics’ 10 overtime points in Game 7 to propel Boston to a fourth straight NBA crown.

With Jones in his prime and his reputation as a clutch performer spreading throughout the league, it was also becoming apparent that Jones’ favorite shot – the stop-and-pop bank shot – was a deadly accurate weapon, and one of the most feared shots in the game. His quickness, intelligence and knack for finding the open spot on the court allowed him to get the shot off even when opponents tried sticking like glue.

“I started shooting the bank shot in high school,” Jones says. “I wasn’t a great outside shooter and I struggled a little making layups, so I worked on my shooting technique and I focused on using the backboard. I picked out my target and I’d shoot for hours. I got to the point where I could really trust that shot, and it helped the rest of my game.”

And about that knack for seemingly always being in the right place at the right time?

“You simply can’t stand still,” he explains. “When the ball is shot, the defender has to turn his head to see where the rebound is going. When I see we have the rebound, I immediately go to another position on the court. The man who is guarding me has his back to me now and he doesn’t know I’ve moved. He has to turn around and look for me. It doesn’t have to be much. Just an opening. That’s all you need, because you only need a split second to get a shot off.”

The Celtics would win the titles in 1963 and 1964, giving them six consecutive championships and cementing their status as a dynasty. Jones scoring average continued to climb as well, as he, along with John Havlicek, became the focal points of the offense. The retirement of Bob Cousy following the 1962-63 season also ushered in a new era in the Boston backcourt, and one with a distinct defensive feel. Cousy, replaced in the starting lineup by defensive specialist KC Jones, could only marvel at the quality of play exhibited by the duo nicknamed “The Jones Boys”.

“It was a great pairing,” Cousy says. “It gave Arnold [Auerbach] a different dimension that what he had with me and Sharman, and he knew how to coach to their strengths. It helped keep the championships coming, that’s for sure.”

Jones averaged a career-high 25.9 PPG during the 1964-65 season, good enough for fourth in the league, and landed in the NBA All-Star Game for the third time in his career. Noteworthy to be certain, but statistics and individual accolades were of little concern. Sam Jones was a team player who shared Russell’s singular desire to win it all, all the time.

“Scoring averages don’t mean a thing, ” he says. “Making the All-Star team, and being named All-NBA, those things don’t mean a thing either. Every guy on those Celtic teams had the ability to lead the team in scoring if that’s what he was asked to do. But we all had a role to play. We all knew what was expected of us, and what each of us had to do in order to win the championship. It was the most unselfish group of people I’ve ever been associated with. It’s also why I didn’t want to be inducted into the hall of fame without my teammates. To me, what we did wasn’t about one person. It was only about Bill Russell or Sam Jones. It was about the entire team, the roles we played, and the sacrifices that we made in order to achieve something bigger.”

The Celtics continued sacrificing and kept right on winning, adding two more titles to the coffer before Auerbach bowed out as head coach following the 1965-66 season. Rumors swirled as to who would take over the reins, but in Auerbach’s mind there was only one other man who could coach the great Bill Russell: Russell himself.

“Great choice,” Jones says without hesitation. “Russell was at the perfect point in his career to coach the Boston Celtics. It was a veteran team, a close team, and we were all focused on championships. That was all that mattered.”

Russell’s first season as player/coach ended in disappointment, as the Celtics succumbed 1-4 to Wilt Chamberlain and the eventual champion Philadelphia 76ers. Jones played well throughout, leading the team with a 22.1 PPG scoring average, and although he failed to make the All-Star Team for the first time in four years, Jones was named to the All-NBA Second Team. The Celtics, meanwhile, were viewed by many as too old to challenge for another championship. They proved the experts wrong by winning it all in 1968 and repeating in 1969, with Jones playing a huge role in Game 4 of that ’69 series against the Los Angeles Lakers. Behind by one point with seven seconds remaining, the Celtics called a timeout and Russell didn’t hesitate in choosing the player to take the game-winning shot. When Jones found the ball in his hands, he did what he always did best.

“I knew that last shot was good from the moment it left my hand,” Jones says, smiling. “There never was any doubt because I had time to release the shot properly, and I trusted my technique completely. That took the pressure off. The ball rolled right over the cylinder. We won that game, and then we went on to win the championship.”

The ’69 championship gave Russell 11 titles in 13 seasons, while Jones finished with 10 in 12. Both retired as two of the greatest legends to ever wear a Boston Celtic uniform. Perhaps the greatest compliment anyone paid to Jones was supplied by Auerbach at a special ceremony at Boston Garden. “I would like to thank Sam Jones,” he said at the time, “for making me a helluva coach.”

In 1970, Jones was named to the NBA 25th Anniversary All-Time Team, and in 1983 he was elected to the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame. In 1996, Jones – Mr. Clutch to you – was further honored by being named to the NBA 50th Anniversary All-Time Team.

You were born on June 24th, 1933, in Laurinburg, North Carolina.

Laurinburg is a very small town – much smaller than Wilmington, which is where many people seem to think I was born and raised.  Wilmington had a big, big school.  Laurinburg didn’t have anything like that.  It was a very small town, and my childhood in Laurinburg was very typical in many respects.  All of the boys that I knew played basketball, baseball and football.  We weren’t focused on one sport, we played them all.  That’s just the way it was back then.

 

Who were some of your role models as a child?

I was fortunate to have what you would call mentors – these were boys that were a little bit older than me, and these were boys that I looked up to as role models.  There were four of them in total, and three of these four mentors went on to college – and I’m proud to say that all three of them graduated from college.  They were very important people in my life.  They all played sports – in fact, they were the ones that got us younger kids involved.  I can tell you right now that we never got into trouble, and I think that says something about the influence that the older boys had on us.

When they went on to college and left us behind, I remember them coming back and telling us stories about meeting people from different places in the United States – places I thought I’d never visit, of course – and that was something that really stayed with me as I grew up.  I would sit there and listen to their stories with my eyes wide open, and they would talk about cities that seemed to exist in another world.  I learned that they’d all gotten scholarships to go to college, so they didn’t have to pay, and that was something else that really stuck with me.  I knew that if I wanted to go to college, then someone was going to have to give me a scholarship.  So I guess you could say that these mentors were truly instrumental in leading me to the basketball court.

There is something else I would like to mention:  My father died when I was quite young, and that could have given me the excuse to go the wrong way – but I did not.  I had a very fine immediate family, and a fine extended family, and we still have family reunions every year.  So to be drafted by the Boston Celtics was more than an honor for me – it was a testament to the fine family that raised me into the man that I became.

You went to high school at Laurinburg Institute.  What were your high school years like at Laurinburg?

Laurinburg Institute was a co-ed school.  The coach’s name was Dr. Frank McDuffie, Jr., and he was the coach of football, basketball, baseball and track.  Since we were a very, very small school, we had to play several sports.  My sports were basketball and baseball, but he made me play three years of football at quarterback, which I didn’t want to play [laughs].  Somehow I made it through, and after graduation I was one of the most highly recruited basketball players in the State of North Carolina.  He never did make a football player out of me – there weren’t a lot of offers to go off and play quarterback [laughs].

 

You played collegiate basketball at North Carolina Central, a small NAIA school.  Tell me about that.

Back in those days blacks couldn’t go to the white schools, at least not in North Carolina.  There were a lot of white schools that recruited me, but they were simply too far away – either up north or way out west.  I thought it was funny in a way; recruiting was much different then than it is today, and some of these schools contacted me even though I’d never heard of them.  I guess they had heard about me from someone who had seen me play, or from someone who had told someone about me.  Anyway, I ended up staying close to home and going to what is now known as North Carolina Central University in Durham, North Carolina.

I was recruited by head coach John McClendon, who became one of the first African-American coaches to break into professional basketball when he coached the Cleveland Pipers.  He was quite a man.  He traveled the world promoting the game of basketball.  He learned basketball from Dr. James Naismith as an undergraduate at Kansas, and he was the first coach in history to win three consecutive national titles. He did that by leading Tennessee State to the 1957, 1958 and 1959 NAIA national championships.  For many years he scouted opposing teams for the United States, as the US prepared to play basketball in the Olympic Games.  He’s also in the NAIA Hall of Fame – I think he was inducted sometime in the 1970s.  He was a great man, so it was an honor to play for him.

 

What kind of coach was John McClendon?

I enjoyed my time with Coach McClendon because he gave you a lot of leeway.  You had a lot of liberty to create something in his offense.  But he was also a little bit of a dictator like Red was with the Celtics. They both stressed discipline and fundamentals, things that are still important today.

 

Aside from professional basketball, what other career goals did you have?

I love education.  I love teaching.  So I would have become a teacher.  I was also interested in medicine – if there had been scholarships for black kids to go to medical school back then, and if I had qualified, I’d have done that over pro ball.  But there just wasn’t any money for me to go that route.

 

In September 1954 you entered the Army.

The Army sent me to Camp Gordon, but I was only there a short time before they switched me to the 101st Airborne Division in Augusta, Georgia.  I guess they saw me as one of those gung-ho guys [laughs].

 

Is it true that you jumped out of perfectly good airplanes?

True story [laughs].  Some guy came around looking for volunteers for jump school, and he told us we’d make more money doing that.  Well, all he had to say was money – I was a pretty good athlete and I was in pretty good shape, and he was looking for guys who fit that mold.  I thought it would be interesting so I volunteered, and the next thing you know I’m at Fort Benning, Georgia, where they prepared you for jumping.

 

Did jumping scare you?

It wasn’t long before we were actually jumping, and reality hit me – I thought I had to be out of my mind [laughs].  Well, they took us to Fort Bragg, North Carolina.  At that particular time that’s where you did most of your jumping.  Most people don’t realize this, but you don’t pull your own parachute.  In the plane, you have what you call a static line.  When the jump master ordered you to stand up, you hooked yourself up to that static line, which actually stayed in the plane, and that’s what pulled your chute for you.  You didn’t do it yourself.  You also had an emergency chute, just in case, which you would pulled yourself in the event of a problem with the primary chute.  It was interesting because you’d see all of these people standing up and bailing out of the plane, and the parachutes opening up, and that’s all you want to happen when it’s your turn to jump.  It’s a thrill that everyone should try once in their lives because there’s nothing under you.

 

You played basketball on a military team.

The jumping played a part in that, too.  In training they work with you on how to hit the ground – they teach you to roll over because you hit pretty hard.  It’s a thud, it’s not an easy landing.  I hurt my ankle pretty badly once.  I think it was my fifth jump.  I didn’t break it, but it was about as close as you come so I got out of there – I didn’t jump anymore [laughs].  In the meantime I got shipped to White Sands Proving Grounds, which is in New Mexico.  I was given a desk job, and they were starting a basketball team – it was the first basketball team that they had ever fielded – and it was fielded by a second lieutenant named Robert Williams.  Fine man.  Well, when he started the team he made me his assistant coach.  He wanted me to help because he was inexperienced and really didn’t like cutting players, and he knew he could delegate the duties that he didn’t like to his assistant [laughs].

 

What were the games like?

We had twelve players on that first team.  We were very fortunate in one respect, because we had people on the team who were over 6’6”.  We didn’t think the Army was allowed to take anybody over 6’6”.  Anyway, we played our games with these twelve volunteers who were simply interested in the game of basketball.  There was nothing fancy about it – in fact, that first year we didn’t even have a gym to play in.  We scrimmaged in a Quonset hut.  That’s what we used to practice in – they just put baskets on each end of the Quonset hut, and when they were finished only a small number of people could be seated in it.  I’m talking 60-to-70, tops.  That’s the place we practiced.  So needless to say, we didn’t have any home games that season.  We played all of our games off base – at other air force bases, army bases, and on some college campuses against  junior varsity teams.  That year we played 34 games, and we won 30.  The current athletic director at Texas Tech, Gerald Myers, was on that junior varsity team that we played against at Texas Tech.  This was back in 1955.  And then there were people like Frank Ramsey, who was my teammate in Boston.  Frank was in the military, based at Fort Knox, Kentucky.  And there was Bobby Leonard, who was known as Slick – he played professional basketball for the Minneapolis Lakers and the Los Angeles Lakers.  Both of these gentleman are in the Hall of Fame, and both were playing basketball in the military at the same time as me.  Bobby was the one who really got me interested in playing professional basketball.  I’d never really thought about it until we played against each other at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri.  Frank Ramsey was there, Bobby Leonard was there, Al Bianchi was there – Al Bianchi played for Syracuse and Philadelphia, and went on to coach professionally with Chicago and Phoenix.

 

Did you play against Frank Ramsey?

No, because he had just gotten shipped out, but I played against some of these other guys and I performed pretty well.  That’s when people started asking me if I wanted to play pro ball.  Bobby Leonard left and went to Minneapolis, and the Lakers actually drafted me while I was in the service, but I decided that I wanted to get my degree.  So I went back to school and my name went back into the hat for the NBA Draft.

 

You were the eighth overall selection in the 1957 NBA Draft, sight unseen, by the legendary Red Auerbach.

To be quite honest, I was shocked when the Boston Celtics drafted me in the first round of the 1957 NBA Draft.  I don’t think many people knew who I was because I didn’t play for a big program like Kansas or Kentucky.  In fact, I was the first African-American from a black college to be drafted in the first round of any sport.  I didn’t feel like I had something to prove, but I carried burden on my shoulders that felt very similar to what Jackie Robinson must have felt.  I wanted to succeed.  I wanted to make good so that others could follow me, and so that the people in this country could see that we had some good basketball players in our black collegiate institutions.

 

How did Red learn about you?

The year that I was discharged from the army and returned to school, well, I want you to know that we had a hell of a season.  We just simply had a good team.  North Carolina Central always had good teams back then, even though it was a small, Division II school, but  that year we were particularly strong.  Bones McKinney, who had played for Red Auerbach and who had also coached in the ACC, knew who I was because we were so good, and he played a big part in my becoming a Boston Celtic.  It was during my senior season that Red called Bones McKinney and asked him who, in his opinion, was the best basketball player in the State of North Carolina.  And he said, “Sam Jones.’  Red Auerbach didn’t know anything about me [laughs], but he knew that that year UNC had won 32 straight games, had beat Kansas in triple-overtime for the NCAA championship, and had done so by beating a KU team featuring Wilt Chamberlain.  This is 1957.  This is the year that UNC had guys like Tommy Kearns and Lennie Rosenbluth – Rosenbluth averaged over 29 points-per-game that season and was named the Helms Foundation National Player of the Year.  Red knew all of this because these were the big schools with proven programs, and that’s why he really challenged Bones McKinney’s evaluation.  McKinney never wavered  – he said the best player in the State of North Carolina was Sam Jones – and that was ultimately enough to convince Red.  He ended up drafting me in the first round of the 1957 NBA Draft.

 

I’ve read where you were disappointed to be chosen by the Celtics.

You’re right – I was disappointed that the Boston Celtics drafted me, because I really didn’t want to go up there and play with ‘em [laughs].  I didn’t want to go with them because I felt that I wouldn’t get to play.  Don’t get me wrong, I felt that I was good enough to play, but because the Celtics had just won their first world championship I didn’t think I would even have a shot at making the team.  People today don’t realize this, but back them teams were only allowed to carry ten players on the active roster.  My thinking was that Red wasn’t going to cut anybody.  I felt that he was going to be loyal to that team because it was the one that won his first world championship.  Well, I thought it over and finally decided to give it a try, and the fella that I beat out for the last spot was coached by Bones McKinney.  How ironic is that?  His name was Dick Hemric.  To me, it was almost unbelievable at the time.  Hemric was a two-time ACC Men’s Basketball Player of the Year in ‘54 and ’55.  He set the conference scoring records that remained untouched for 50 years and was a member of Red’s first championship team, so it was very special to beat out such a fine player for that last roster spot.

 

After playing in small college gyms, what was it like to play in fabled arenas like the Boston Garden and Madison Square Garden?

It was a big adjustment, believe me.  All of a sudden, you’re in these huge arenas.  All of a sudden, you’re looking at 18,000 people there to watch a basketball game, and you’re a part of it.  I remember playing in New York for the first time and performing at Madison Square Garden.  As a rookie it was very intimidating.  You’ve got to run out there, and the spotlight is on you. You just hear the noise. You feel like you’re as small as an ant, and you’re so nervous.

 

Please tell me about the great Bill Russell – your relationship with him on the basketball court, and your friendship with him away from it.

We still have that friendship, and we’ve stayed in contact with each other since retiring together following that last championship in 1969.  I hate to say that because it sounds like the Marines, but Bill Russell was determined to be the best that he could be.  Whatever cliché you want to pick, it just isn’t a cliché when you’re talking about Bill Russell.  He was so competitive and so committed to excellence that he tried to win every play, every possession.  To me, what makes a player great is the ability to make the other players around him play better.  Bill Russell did that.  He was just an incredibly special basketball player, and nowhere was that more apparent than on defense.  From the moment Bill Russell joined the Boston Celtics and on up until today, he remains the greatest defensive player to ever play the game.  And trust me, I do follow basketball – and I have not seen anyone that could block shots with the great timing that he had.  It was unbelievable.  And it was just a joy to play with him knowing that nobody you played was going into the lane and make a layup.  Not as long as Bill Russell was the protector of that basket.  He carried that level of play with him for thirteen years in the NBA, and I thank God that I had the opportunity to play basketball with him for twelve of those thirteen years.  Between the two of us, we hold the record for championships.  He won eleven and I won ten.  There are only two players in NBA history to ever win more than ten championships, and that’s Russell and I.  You can talk about great players – you can talk about Michael Jordan all you want because he was a great player.  But again, what makes a truly great player is a man who makes his teammates around him better.  Nobody did that better than Bill Russell.

 

Bill Russell’s accomplishments are legendary.  Take me behind the curtain – what was he like during practice?

Bill Russell was not a practice player.  He never wanted to practice.  So what he would do – he would always come to practice, but he would block every shot he could contest.  And I mean every shot.  A layup, a fifteen foot jumper, it didn’t matter.  He wouldn’t let anything go into the basket.  Red did not like that, and the players did not like that, so we’d put him off and let him sit down while the rest of us went on to have a good practice [laughs].

 

The Celtics have retired a lot of numbers, most of them from those great Celtics teams that you played on.

You couldn’t have a better situation than I did, playing with guys like that.  They were all so special  – KC Jones, Bob Cousy, Bill Sharman, Jim Loscutoff, Tom Heinsohn, and John Havlicek.  It was unbelievable the way we played as a team, and I was really mad – yes, I’m going to put it that way, I was really mad when they started picking entire teams for inclusion into the Hall of Fame.  When I was inducted, one of my statements was that team sports were not about the individual, that sometimes forgotten are the players who may not make it to the Hall of Fame – which is the case with some of the players that I played with during my career with the Boston Celtics.  So the day that I was inducted I said that my [Hall of Fame] ring was in honor of those players that I participated with who may never find themselves standing at that podium in Springfield.  I also said that it was my wish that we could go in as a team.  At that time the Hall of Fame had never inducted a team – but just a few years ago the first team to be included was the Harlem Globetrotters.  And then, in 2007, Texas Western was inducted.  If you saw the movie Glory Road, you know that they won the 1966 NCAA National Championship and did so by becoming the first Division I school to start five African-American players.  Not to take anything away from that, but I’ve always thought that we should have went into the Hall of Fame as a team.  I went to eleven NBA Finals in my twelve years in the league, and we won ten championships.  You’ll never see that again – that will never happen, unless God gets his own team [laughs].

 

You had a special situation in Boston.

It truly was special.  The whole time I was there we never signed a no-cut contract.  We just played because we loved the game.  And we even loved it better because we had Bill Russell and we had Bob Cousy, who was way ahead of his time.  When you looked at John Stockton, you would think that John Stockton was a clone of Bob Cousy.  Having those guys around was a luxury that very few teams could ever claim.  Cousy was a magician with the basketball, and Russell was the greatest defensive player – and the greatest winner – the NBA has ever seen.

I remember my third year with the Celtics, and Coach Auerbach bringing me in and saying that I had a green light to shoot the basketball.  I’d heard about the green light to shoot, and it was only granted if Auerbach had the trust in a player’s scoring ability.  You could shoot it anytime you wanted to.  I said, ‘Coach, what did you say?’  He said, ‘You’ve got the green light, and that gives you a lot of responsibility.’  So I felt kind of  special then [laughs].

 

In those days, the Celtics made frequent preseason barnstorming tours throughout New England.  Did you ever experience Red’s driving firsthand?

Don’t even talk about that – I rode with him once and I got straight out of the car [laughs].  No, no, no, no [laughs].  You know how the rookies were supposed to ride with certain people – well, I wanted to ride with Bill Russell.  He was safe.  You know Red – there was no telling where Red was going, or if he was going to make it there in one piece [laughs].  From then on I never volunteered to ride with Red.  Besides, when I joined the team Russell was the only black player on the roster.  The joke during my rookie season was that I made the team because Russell needed somebody to talk to [laughs].  I didn’t room with Russell that much, I roomed with Frank Ramsey and sometimes with Tommy Heinsohn.  Those barnstorming tours were something else – you’d play the same team every night, maybe the Minneapolis Lakers, and by the end of the thing you were ready to kill each other [laughs].

 

The bank shot was your calling card, as deadly a weapon as Kareem’s skyhook, but you don’t see players shooting it as much today?  What has happened to the bank shot?

It hasn’t really gone anywhere, I just don’t think that it’s being taught like it used to be taught.  I think the three-point shot has something to do with that, because it really has hurt the intermediate jumper.  Coaches today are stressing the three pointer, kids see it on television, and as a result the mid-range jumper has been lost.  I think that’s a mistake.

One of the greatest teachers of the bank shot was John Wooden at UCLA.  Most of his kids had that shot.  Tim Duncan is still shooting the bank shot, and he’s going to go down as one of the greatest players in the history of the NBA.  He shoots it with pretty good accuracy, and I think he prefers that mid-range bank shot over a flashy slam dunk.  In that respect he’s a throwback of sorts.  Scottie Pippen used that shot quite a bit as well.  But those guys are the exceptions to the rule.  I just think the bank shot is one of the most effective shots you could use on the court, within a certain range.

 

In tight game situations you were known to stay away from the huddles during timeouts. What was that about, and did you demand the basketball in those crucial situations?

No, I didn’t demand the basketball.  The impetus came from Red Auerbach.  He took all the pressure off of the players – in those tight games where you needed that one shot, he would call timeout, pull us all together and call the play for me.  As we’re coming off the court he’d say, ‘We’re running the two play for Sam Jones’, or ‘We’re going to run the four play for Sam Jones.’  I had quite a few plays designed for me to get a shot off.  I knew when we ran those plays that we were going to have an open shot.  It wasn’t’ that I’d stay away from the huddle, but the play had already been called.  I was just waiting for the gong to be sounded so that we could go back out on the court [laughs].

 

Please tell me about two greats that you played against – Jerry West and Oscar Robertson.

Jerry West and Oscar Robertson were tremendous basketball players.  They were probably the two greatest guards to ever play the game, at least until guys like Magic, Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant came along.  Jerry and Oscar, because of their athleticism and knowledge, could still play the game at an All-Star level today.  They could play with anybody.  Jerry West just came out wanting to win.  He had that attitude, the one that screams ‘I want to win.’  If it wasn’t’ for the Boston Celtics he would have probably ended up winning six or seven rings.  We went up against the Lakers year-after-year-after-year and it was not easy beating us.  It didn’t happen very often, I’ll put it that way.

One more story about Jerry West – we were in the playoffs and preparing to play the Lakers for the championship.  Jerry and the Lakers had the best team ever; really, they were just winning like mad and killing their opponents.  That’s how much talent they had.  Before we go out to L.A. I learn that I’ve got to guard Jerry West.  So in practice I’m guarding John Havlicek, and I knew that Jerry couldn’t run like John.  I say this because I knew I was going to need all of the preparation in the world to keep up with Jerry.  He was that tremendous.  Well, we get out to L.A., and we’ve a really good guy on our roster – and guy by the name of Emmette Bryant.  He looks at Russell and says, ‘Russell, I’ve got Jerry West tonight.’  And I said, ‘Good – and thank God.  You can have him.’  Russell put me on him anyway [laughs].

 

What was it like playing for Red Auerbach?

Red had a simple system that you had to adapt to. When you play under a coach that doesn’t over-complicate things, it truly makes things that much easier.  That’s one thing.  The other thing that I liked about playing under Red was that he felt that you shouldn’t come to camp to get into shape.  He felt you should stay in shape all year so that the day training camp opens, you were ready to play the first game.  His training camps were much more demanding than playing the actual games themselves.

 

Red Auerbach retired following an eighth consecutive NBA Championship in 1966, and Bill Russell was Red’s choice to take over as player/coach.

I had the pleasure of playing with Bill Russell for twelve years, and when I first joined the Celtics I lived with Russell and his family – I stayed with him until I made the team and knew that I could afford a place of my own.  We became great friends, but honestly, it was more like family.  It was a great chemistry that carried over onto the court.  And then years later, after I had moved out he had went on to become the head coach, I learned that half of the time I could do nothing right.  That’s what becoming a head coach can do to a friendship [laughs].  Seriously though, Bill Russell was the only man who could possibly follow Red Auerbach as head coach of the Boston Celtics.

 

As you’ve said, Bill Russell won 11 NBA Championships in thirteen seasons.  You won ten titles in twelve years.  Many of those championships were won in the tightest of games, and with the pressure dialed way up.  How were the Celtics able to thrive under such intense championship pressure?

I’ll answer that with a story.  We were in Game 7 of an NBA Finals, and Bill Russell was the coach.  The game was tight late in the game, and Russell called timeout.  We all gather together on the sideline, and Russell says, ‘Okay guys, we’re going to run a six.’  Now, the six play is for Bill Russell – the worst shooter on our team [laughs].  So he calls the six play and of course it doesn’t work, but we get the rebound and call timeout.  Now we’ve got about thirteen seconds left in the game.  Russell says, ‘Okay guys, we’re going to run the seven play.’  So we run the seven play that that doesn’t work, either.  We get another rebound and call our last timeout.  We get together in the huddle, and all of us realize that there is a lot of pressure – we didn’t leave school early like kids do today.  We graduated [smiles].  To a man we knew that there was less than ten seconds left and that we needed to score if we were going to walk off the court as champions.  Russell gathers us together and says, ‘Okay guys, we ran the six play and that didn’t work.  We ran the seven play and that didn’t work.  Six and seven equals fourteen.  Let’s run the fourteen play.’  We run the fourteen play and sure enough it works – we win the championship.  We get back to the locker room and all the media is swarming around.  Someone asks, ‘Russell, what play did you run?’  He says, ‘Oh God, we ran the seven play and it didn’t work, we ran the six play and it didn’t work – seven and six equals fourteen, so we ran that play and we won the game.’  So the news writers were scratching their heads – and one of them good-naturedly asks, ‘Russell, where did you graduate from?’  Russell hadn’t caught on.  He says, ‘Oh, USF – the University of San Francisco.’ The writer smiles and says, ‘Well, where we come from seven and six equals thirteen.’  Well, let me tell you something – Havlicek didn’t know it, I didn’t know it…nobody standing in the huddle at that point in time, when that play was called, knew that seven and six equaled fourteen.  That’s what pressure is all about.  We were so focused on the play that was called, and on executing that play to win a championship, that we weren’t aware of Russell’s little adding problem [laughs].

 

The Celtics played the Lakers for the 1969 NBA Championship.  What memories stand out after all these years?

Probably the fourth game of the series – there were seven seconds to go in the game, and we were losing by a point.  If we lost this game, we’d go to Los Angeles down 3 games to 1.  We called a timeout, and Russell called a play for me.  Later, he told me he almost didn’t call it because it was my last season and he said that people always remember the one you missed.  ‘But I made it, and I knew it was good from the time it left my hand.  It rolled right over the cylinder.  We won the game and went on to win the championship.

 

Final Question:  You’ve achieved great success in your life.  If you could offer one piece of advice on life to others, what would that be?

God gives everyone in this life a gift.  Find out what it is, and use it well.


By:  Michael D. McClellan |  The NBA has always been a star-driven universe, the lineage stretching from Mikan to Michael to LeBron, but the league and its teams can’t exist on star-power alone. For every Kevin Durant there are hundreds of grinders doing their best to make a roster, to make a contribution, to make a living doing what they love the most. Fred Roberts is such a man. Roberts played his college basketball at Brigham Young University during the late 70s and early 80s, and even at the collegiate level he could hardly be described as a star. That mantle went to teammate Danny Ainge, winner of the John R. Wooden Award as a senior at BYU, but Roberts was long and athletic and could run the court, and he averaged 15.5 points and seven rebounds while shooting 54.6% from the field. His contributions helped to spark a basketball renaissance at BYU, and in the process he garnered the attention of NBA scouts, with the Milwaukee Bucks taking him in the second round of the 1982 NBA Draft.

Roberts chose to play basketball in Europe rather than jump directly into the NBA.  While in Italy, Roberts was traded from the Bucks to the New Jersey Nets, who, in turn, would trade him to the San Antonio Spurs. The latter transaction was also notable in that it involved a head coach – Stan Albeck – one of the few times in the league history that a coach was a part of a trade between teams.

Roberts returned to the U.S. following one season in Italy, joining the Spurs for the 1983-84 regular season.  Despite a roster stocked with the likes of George Gervin, Artis Gilmore and John Lucas, San Antonio finished with a 37-45 record, narrowly missing the playoffs. The next season, Roberts was traded after playing 22 games for the Spurs, landing on a Utah Jazz team coached by Frank Layden and led by a rookie point guard named John Stockton. And although the Jazz finished with a 41-41 record, Roberts found himself in the NBA Playoffs for the first time in his career. The Jazz upset the favored Houston Rockets 3-2, winning twice in Houston to advance to the Western Conference Semifinals. Despite losing to the Nuggets, 4-1, the playoff experience was truly special for the forward from Provo, Utah.

Karl Malone would join the Jazz via the 1985 NBA Draft, and it soon became clear that Malone was going to be a star. Roberts’ minutes and scoring average both took a hit, and his future with the team became cloudy. The NBA Champion Boston Celtics were in the market for a player to solidify their front line, and in September of 1986 they offered Roberts a two-year deal to join the team. Utah matched the offer, eventually trading Roberts to Boston for a future draft choice. This transaction was also notable, because included in the trade was an agreement for the Celtics to play an exhibition game in Utah. With the Celtics one of the biggest road draws in the league, and with the team featuring Larry Bird in his prime, having the Celtics come to Salt Lake City was a financial boon to the city and the team.

Had highly touted draft pick Len Bias not died from a cocaine overdose, Roberts’ arrival in Boston probably wouldn’t have happened at all. But the Bias tragedy created the need for a forward to provide spot relief for Larry Bird and Kevin McHale. The 1986-87 Boston Celtics remain, in the minds of many, one the most resilient teams in NBA history; battling through injuries to key players such as Bird, McHale, Robert Parish and Bill Walton, the Celtics slugged their way through the Eastern Conference before eventually falling to a deep, healthy and rested Los Angeles Lakers squad. That playoff run was filled with memorable moments, including Bird’s steal of Isiah Thomas’ inbounds pass to save Game 5 of the Eastern Conference Finals. And through it all there was Roberts, the consummate professional, doing his part to help the Celtics succeed.

By the end of the 1987-88 regular season it was clear that the Celtics were a team in transition. Boston left Roberts unprotected during the ’88 NBA Expansion Draft, and the Miami Heat immediately took him. In another twist of fate, Roberts was immediately traded to the Milwaukee Bucks, the team that had drafted him in the first place. And, ironically, Roberts would play five seasons with the Bucks – the longest stretch with one team in his career – while also enjoying his best statistical seasons.

There would be three more NBA stops for Roberts – Cleveland (1994-95), Los Angeles (1995-96) and Dallas (1996-97), with a stint in Spain and the Continental Basketball Association sandwiched in between. Exactly what you would expect from a pro’s pro, the kind of player who grew up loving the game of basketball and who worked hard to forge a long and successful career playing with – and against – some of the greatest stars the game has ever known.

You were born on August 14, 1960 in Provo, Utah. Please tell me a little about your childhood.

The biggest influence on me was family – I have five brothers.  Baseball was my first love, and we were really fortunate because we grew up in a small town that had a great baseball program. We got involved with that pretty early on. I got to watch my two older brothers play ball, and I loved going to the games and watching. So I was never bored, and when I got old enough to play, my passion for the competition of sports just increased.

 

When did you start playing basketball?

I actually went from baseball to football. They had an organized Punt, Pass and Kick program in my hometown, and that was great fun. I wasn’t all that crazy about basketball at first, because it took me a lot longer to become any good at that. Overall I think basketball is a more challenging sport, and by the time I reached junior high that was the only sport that my school offered. So that’s what I matriculated to. I grew into the sport, and as I got taller I realized that was a good fit for me. It was a good sport where I lived because we could play indoors – Provo can get cold like Massachusetts.

 

Tell me about your high school basketball career.

In high school I had the privilege of watching a great high school basketball player and a great athlete in Bruce Hardy, who was also the first high school player to appear on the cover of Sports Illustrated. So watching him was inspiring. I made the varsity team as a sophomore, and we won the state championship my junior and senior year. The community was involved so that was exciting and fun for us. I had a good bunch of friends on the team, and we got to compete against a bunch of big schools and did pretty well.

 

You were teammates with James Worthy on that 1979 USA Junior World Championship Team. What was that experience like for you?

That was a great team and a great experience. We had some really strong players, and we were able to go to Brazil and compete. We went to one city and won that pool, and then we went to another city and played our way to the championship. We went through the Russians and then we beat Brazil on their home court, which was really good for us.

To make the team you had to try out at the Sports Festival in Colorado Springs. I was on the South team, and we had James Worthy, Sam Perkins, a bunch of really good players. And from that tryout they put together the team that went to Brazil. It was fun. We beat a lot of teams down there, both good and bad. Worthy and I both started. It seemed like we got every rebound, and we’d take off down the floor, and either Worthy or I would dunk it.

 

You played your college ball at Brigham Young.  What was it like to play with future Boston Celtics teammate Danny Ainge?

I was motivated to go to Brigham Young. My older brother played on the basketball team, and I had hoped to play with him. Danny was a year ahead of me. He came in and brought a new excitement to the school and to the basketball program. So I looked forward to playing with Danny. He was a tough guy, and he was a real competitor, but he knew how to have a good time. He was fun, and knew how to relax. That was a little more difficult for me. I took everything a lot more serious. If we’d get beat I’d really get down about that. Danny competed and played just as hard as anybody else, but when the game was over he moved on. That was something that I tried to learn from him.

 

Another Celtics teammate, Greg Kite, was also on that team.

We had a good time. When Kite joined us we were able to go to some of the bigger schools and compete with them. My junior year – Danny’s senior year – we had that run to the Elite 8. We beat UCLA and beat Notre Dame before losing to Virginia. That Notre Dame game was the game where Danny sprinted the length of the court and scored on Kelly Tripucka to win it at the buzzer. So I had a great time playing ball at BYU.

 

How would you assess your career at Brigham Young?

My best year in college was my junior year. My senior season was a disappointment – Danny was gone, which meant that we were bringing in a pair of freshmen guards, and there was some frustration involved because they were young and just learning to play college basketball. And I don’t think I was ever in as good a shape as I needed to be at that level. As a result, I was drafted a lot deeper in the draft than I thought and hoped I would be.

 

You were selected by the Milwaukee Bucks in the second round of the 1982 NBA Draft, but decided to play a year overseas. What led you to make that decision?

Don Nelson was the Milwaukee coach at the time, and he made it sound like I was going to have a real hard time making the team. In retrospect I should have been a little bit stronger mentally, and I should have went to camp and tried out. But I had another opportunity and I went overseas – I had a contract waiting on me in Italy, so I went over there instead. It was actually good in some ways because we worked really hard on conditioning and fitness. I was always a pretty good runner, but I’d never had a coach who really pushed his players as hard as my coach in Italy. And when I came back to the States I think I was better prepared. I was a big man who could run, which really served me well. I think that’s the reason I was able to stay in the league as long as I did.

 

You were traded to two teams before ever playing your first NBA game, and you were part of a trade package that involved an NBA head coach.

When I was in Italy, Milwaukee traded my rights to the New Jersey Nets.  Not long after that, an NBA team came over and played some exhibition games. I played great against them and ended up scoring 43 points. Stan Albeck was the coach, and he was also the head coach in San Antonio at the time. I think Albeck may have went back to San Antonio and told some people to keep me on their radar. And as luck would have it, I was still property of the Nets when Albeck later decides he wants to coach in New Jersey. So my rights were included as compensation for Albeck being allowed to leave San Antonio to coach the Nets.

 

Tell me about your time in San Antonio.

It was a good fit for me. I was able to go to San Antonio and play a year-and-a-half. I may have stayed there longer, but the team was in transition at that point in time. They went through three coaches during my time there, and it was the tail end of the good years, so that’s when I ended up playing in Utah.

 

Let’s talk about your journey to Boston: The Utah Jazz traded you to Boston for draft picks and home team rights to an exhibition game?

That’s correct [laughs]. I think there were two exhibition games that were part of that deal. You’ll have to ask Kevin McHale about that, because he hated that deal – we had to come to Utah to play that exhibition game, which McHale whined about the whole time [laughs]. I played in Utah a year-and-a-half. I had a really good first year, but the second year they drafted Karl Malone. With Malone on the team, my minutes went way down. At the end of the season I became a restricted free agent, and during the summer I went to Boston to play in their summer league. That’s when the Celtics signed me, and that’s when Utah traded me with the restrictions to include the exhibition games.

 

Did you ever expect to see yourself in a Celtics uniform?

Had Len Bias lived, I probably wouldn’t have been a Celtic. Bias was going to be the next great player for Boston, and he was going to play a reserve role at forward that season. But when Bias died, the Celtics were suddenly in need of a big man. I think that’s how they ended up having some interest in me. I still had a small town attitude and mentality when I arrived in Boston, so I was pretty nervous when I got there. These guys had just won the world championship. Every time I played them with San Antonio they’d whipped us. When I was with Utah they’d whipped us. In fact, the year before the Celtics won that ’86 championship they’d come to Salt Lake and Bird had a quadruple double.

 

The Celtics were a veteran team with lofty goals.  How long did it take you to fit in?

When I got to Boston I didn’t know what to expect, especially with Robert Parish. And then I’m in the locker room getting ready for that very first practice, and in walks Parish. He just smiles at me and asks me what’s up [laughs]. He was very different in person than what you would expect from him after seeing him on the court. So I’ll never forget how he walked in that locker room the first time and made me feel at home. And from then on I felt like I could handle being a part of the team.

 

How was the team chemistry? 

Very good, but for some reason I always felt that there were two teams within that team, at least from the public and the media point-of-view: There was the five starters that had won the championship, and then there was the rest of us. I always felt that if we won, it was the starters who were responsible. If we lost, then it was the bench who let them down. That was kind of a hard thing for me, and a challenge mentally.

 

Tell me about Larry Bird.

I remember that Eastern Conference Finals against the Pistons, and seeing those warriors out there on the court going toe-to-toe against the Pistons. Detroit had Bill Laimbeer, Rick Mahorn, John Salley, Dennis Rodman…they all took turns at Bird at one point or another in that series. Larry was just unbelievable. They’d guard him, grab, scratch, fight, whatever they could do to try and slow him down. But it seemed like the tougher the competition the more Larry liked it. He just rose to the occasion, and he really invited that challenge to be put on him. He wanted the challenge to be as tough and as hard as it could be, and I just remember what a warrior Larry was, especially in that series. And that steal in Game 5. If he hadn’t made that steal we were done.

 

Was there a greater competitor than Larry Bird?

No.  With Larry, it was his level of competitiveness and tenacity, and his singular focus. It was all about the game for Larry Bird. That’s where he found his great joy, that’s where his love was, and it was obvious that it was all about the game for him. That’s where he felt the most free. What a tough, strong guy, and what a great leader. Even when he was beat up and hurting he came to practice and he practiced. He always wanted to be on the top of his game and that’s how he got there.

 

Did Larry have a sense of humor?

I remember when I played for the Jazz, and the Celtics had just lost a game to the Lakers the night before, and now the Celtics are in Utah getting ready to play us. And we’re just finishing shoot-around, and Larry walks up to me and says, ‘Tonight, I’m going to melt the salt off the Salt Palace.’ And you could just see that anger in his eyes because he’d lost to the Lakers. So he comes out and he kills us. And in the second quarter he runs past Frank Layden and says, ‘Frank, don’t you have anyone on this team that can guard me?’ And Frank could only smile and look down the bench and say, ‘Well, you see the same thing I do!’ Larry loved that [laughs]. Larry had a lot of fun torturing the people that played against him.

 

Injuries devastated that team.

We had so many injuries that year. It started with Bill Walton. We kept wondering if he was going to come back, and if he was going to be the difference because he’d been the difference the year before. We were playing well and winning a lot of games, but everybody felt like we were missing a piece. Scott Wedman was out, and everybody was waiting for him to come back. And I don’t know if everyone felt this way, but I sort of felt like the starters were just putting up with the bench until they got those main guys back.

 

Was it difficult for you to find your role with the Celtics?

I was able to play the 3 and 4, so there was some versatility in what they could do with me. I could get into the games a little bit more than the other guys on the bench. For me coming into this organization from the outside, I had an impression that the Celtics were a very tight-knit group. But once I got there, it sort of felt like there was an undercurrent that things weren’t quite right, that maybe there was some friction between Bird and McHale, and that there were some difficulties in getting the personalities to mesh. That’s not uncommon in the NBA. It happens. But there was an undercurrent that people weren’t quite happy, that maybe injuries and age was catching up with the team and there were going to be changes, and yet they were trying to hang onto the greatness that they had.

 

Tell me about the fans in Boston.

There are some unique sports cities in this country, and Boston is definitely one of them. There were some great, great fans in that town. There still are. They love their teams and they love their players and they’re so fanatical. And yet you could go to the neighborhood restaurant and no one would treat you badly. They treated you like you were on their high school team. The fans were just fantastic.

The other thing was going on the road and seeing so many Celtics fans show up to support us. I played for Milwaukee after playing two years in Boston, and I remember driving home from Milwaukee to Salt Lake after the season. We stopped at Mount Rushmore, and this couple recognized me. They started a conversation, and asked me how I liked playing for the Celtics. I told them that I played for Milwaukee, but they remembered me from my time in Boston. That’s the way it was back then. If you played for Boston or Los Angeles, you had a following. It was so much fun to be a part of that, to be part of a national team that was either loved or hated. That was fun.

 

What was it like playing in the fabled Boston Garden?

I remember walking into the Garden, seeing all of those championship banners, and feeling the difference of the building compared to other NBA arenas.  I remember going into that building the first time – I was with San Antonio – and I got lost. I walked through these doors and I’m in a train station, and I didn’t know where I was at [laughs]. It was such a unique place, with all of the excitement and energy in that building. I loved playing in the Garden as a member of the Celtics; we always felt like we were going to win, and the opponents felt that, too. You could see it in their eyes. I hated playing in the Boston Garden as an opponent [laughs], but after I played there and went to other teams, I enjoyed coming back.

 

Tell me about Red Auerbach.

I don’t think Red said a word to me the whole two years I was there [laughs]. I think he nodded at me once. But I was so impressed with the whole organization and everything about it. I was okay on the floor, but off the floor I think I was a little star struck.

 

Did you meet [legendary Celtics radio announcer] Johnny Most?

Johnny Most was a great guy, and a part of that Boston Celtic mystique and image. You’d hear his voice at 7:00 AM in the morning, down in the coffee shop, screaming at the waitress. You just don’t forget stuff like that. He was always a gentleman to me, he was kind when I was traded. Whenever I came back he made it a point to say hello to me.

 

Do you have a favorite Johnny Most story?

Johnny had been announcing forever by the time I got there. I remember there was this gig where people could pay to have Johnny announce the end of a game with their name inserted. And one day I’m walking down the hall and he stops me, and he pulls me in the room and tells me that I have to hear this. And he records the last minute of a game, and he inserts a fan’s name at the end, with the fan receiving the pass from Bird and hitting the game winner. And when it’s over, Johnny smiles and says ‘And that’s five-hundred dollars for me!’ He was so excited, it was like he’d got a free cup of coffee [laughs].

 

Did you every meet the great Bill Russell?

I never did get to meet Bill Russell. But I got to meet John Havlicek and Sam Jones, and now I think the Celtics are trying to bring some of that back. The team sends out a monthly newsletter, and it’s been way fun for me to get that. And even though I was only there for two years and I don’t expect people to remember me, it’s great just to be thought of as a part of that great organization.

 

Jeff Twiss (VP – Media Relations) is a longtime member of the Celtics, and as much a part of the fabric of the team as as anyone.

What a great guy. You just don’t meet many people like Jeff. I remember opening night at the Garden, and the Celtics were going to raise the ’86 championship banner to the rafters. Well, I didn’t know what to do. Jeff could tell that I was feeling awkward, because I hadn’t been a part of that championship team. He came to me and told me I could do what I felt was right – if I wanted to stay on the bench I could do that, or if I wanted to go out on the floor with the team I could go out there with them. Well, I thought about it for awhile and then decided I didn’t want to be the only guy left on the bench sitting by myself. So I went on the court with the team while they raised the banner, and I remember Bird giving me the snarliest look because I hadn’t done anything to contribute to that championship. At that point I wished I’d just stayed in the locker room [laughs]. It was a great privilege to just witness that ceremony. I’ll never forget that.

 

Following two seasons in Boston, you were part of the 1988 expansion draft and were selected by the Miami Heat. Ironically, you were dealt to Milwaukee, where you would play for 5 seasons, your most productive period in the NBA. What was it like to come full circle to the team that drafted you?

My impression of Milwaukee was not great, because my only experience was walking from the Hyatt across the street to the Mecca. The weather was cold and miserable, but once I got there I loved it. The city was easy to get around in. It just felt comfortable for us as a family, and the system just fit my game. Coach Dell Harris trusted me and believed that I could be a good player. I got a lot of regular playing time. It was a good team situation. It was a great sports city – not as big as Boston, but people loved their teams and took pride in their teams. They loved Sidney Moncrief, Terry Cummings, Jack Sikma. So it was a good situation for me to move into. And because I was from Boston I had some respect, more than I’d ever had before. It wasn’t because I’d suddenly become a better player. It came from being a part of that great Celtics organization.

 

In Milwaukee you played with an aging Moses Malone. What was that like?

Moses was great. He was great fun to play with. He played hard, and he was serious about the game. Some guys get to the end of their careers and they’re not as serious anymore. Moses was very serious. He wanted to be a good player and an important part of our team. He was very respectful to all of the guys on the team. He was a good leader. He was like Bird, in that they both did it on the floor. Moses wasn’t much of a talker. Bird wasn’t much of a talker. But on the floor, you knew that those guys were going to lead. I was never a soldier, but if I was, I would go to war with both of those guys. I would want to be in a foxhole with those guys because I knew I could trust them. And that’s the way it was on the basketball court.

 

Late in your career you played for the Los Angeles Lakers, making you one of the few people who could say that they’ve been teammates of both Larry Bird and Magic Johnson. Tell me about Magic.

I got there at the very tail end of Magic’s career when he made that last comeback. You could just tell that Larry and Magic were alike in so many ways. It seemed that Magic had a lot more going on off the court than Larry did, but that didn’t mean he cared about the game any less. He knew that the fame he’d achieved away from basketball was directly related to what he’d done on the court, and he approached the game of basketball like a true professional. It was also his passion, and it was the thing that drove him to be the very best.

 

Let’s talk about the job Danny Ainge, basketball executive.

Danny is as clever and as bright as anybody I’ve ever know. I think he’s very smart. He’s not afraid of taking risks – but the risks are calculated and not random. He really has a vision, and he works hard to ensure that the risks that he takes has the best chance of working out. It was like that from Day One, when he went into the Boston situation and took over as president of basketball operations. I knew that he was the perfect guy for the job, because for as long as I’ve known him he was always playing the personnel game in his head: What players would be best together, what coaches would be the best to take over certain situations, which systems would work best for given personnel, things like that. So when he accepted the Boston job he’d already been doing it for twenty years, he just hadn’t been doing it for a living. It was very natural for him to work deals, because he always knew of ways to get what he wanted.

 

Do you ever give Danny a hard time for being so successful?

I remember a time when I was playing in Milwaukee, and Jack Sikma went up to Danny, who was playing for a very good Portland team at the time, and he said, ‘Boy, you sure know how to land on your feet.’ And Danny said, ‘Hey, I paid the price, I played a season in Sacramento.’ And I said, ‘Danny, most players spent their entire careers playing for bad teams – you get to play with Boston, you get to play with Portland, you get to play for Phoenix, and everywhere you go you get to play for championships!’ We had a good laugh about that. But that’s the way Danny is. He knows how to get to the top. He’s good enough, and he’s smart enough, and he works very hard. He’s a sharp, sharp guy.

 

Your career ended 12 games into the 1996-97 season, which meant you played in parts of 13 NBA seasons. Do you realize how many players drafted ahead of you didn’t last?

I do.  It gave me satisfaction knowing that I found a niche and I found a way to hang on and play a long time in the NBA. There were a lot of guys in my draft that just didn’t make it for one reason or another, and it sort of game me satisfaction knowing that I found a way to hang on in a league with some of the greatest athletes in the world.

 

When you were playing ball in Europe in the early 80s, could you have envisioned how global the game would become today?

Absolutely not. I played my first year in Italy and my tenth year in Spain, and the game changed so much in those ten years. I never would have thought that those teams in Europe and throughout the world would ever be able to compete with what we have in America. When I was in Italy, basketball was like soccer is in the States today. People follow soccer and play it over here, but the passion isn’t the same as it is everywhere else on the world. But when I went back a decade later, basketball had moved up the ladder. It’s a bigger game now, the coaching is much better. When I was there in the ’80s, Russia and Yugoslavia were the two powers and there wasn’t much after that. But now you have Spain, you have Germany, you have France. And that’s just for starters. It’s a different world today. Basketball is definitely a global sport.

 

If you give one piece of life advice to others, what would that be?

Above all else, be grateful for everything that you have.