Bob Brannum was my body guard on the court. He was 6'-6 and built like a bulldog.

The NBA wasn't a big deal at that time, so it wasn't really in my career plans.

We lived in Yorkville until 1940, at which point we moved into the St. Albans neighborhood of Queens.

These days I smile benignly at the fights that I see in NBA games. There aren't any broken noses or black eyes, which happened quite often when I played.

Cooper was my road roommate, and also happened to be the first African American player drafted by a National Basketball Association team.

Back then every small town had a gym, and if itseated more than 2,000 then we'd be interested in playing in it.

Do your best when no one is looking. If you do that, then you can be successful at anything you put your mind to