I had endured six years of frustration so I think winning it all meant more to me than most of the others on the team.

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

I grew up in the heart of the Depression.

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

I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.

I won the city scoring championship as a senior.

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