I grew up in the heart of the Depression.

We hung out on the streets, played stickball, and did all of the things that other kids did.

My family was poor, my father drove a cab for a living, but we felt normal because everybody else was in the same boat.

I won the city scoring championship as a senior.

That seemed to be the case with most of the teams based in the smaller towns - the fans were more rabid, and they wanted to literally kill the opposition.

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

We ran an up-tempo, transition-style of game at Boston College - very similar to what we ran when I played for Arnold.