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

We had a strong relationship with Walter Brown, and felt that he was the best owner in the league.

Race wasn't an issue. My family was French, but Yorkville was a melting pot of races and cultures.

I dribbled by the hour with my left hand when I was young. I didn't have full control, but I got so I could move the ball back and forth from one hand to the other without breaking the cadence of my dribble. I wasn't dribbling behind my back or setting up any trick stuff, but I was laying the groundwork for it.

I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.

Every jock gets up and tells the world how lucky he is. But I feel that I may be the luckiest one of all in terms of timing and being at the right place at the right moment-even though, for the last 30 years, I was told I was born 20 years too soon, for obvious reasons.

I once heard that Paul Seymour said as much as winning an NBA Championship, he'd like to see the Celtics lose a game after Auerbach brought out the cigar so he could go up to Arnold and stuff the cigar in his face.