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on February 4 at
Oscar Robertson, 1961
The Big O!
yeah, Sinsi Natty!
I saw Michael Jordan play throughout his entire career, and I never saw him do anything on the court that I hadn't seen Oscar do a generation earlier. Plus Oscar was a point guard.
What was the difference? Hype. Undiluted commercial fanboy marketing shoe-selling TV hype.
Hey! That's my school! on Slog!
Show me some Earl Monroe or Connie Hawkins, then we'll talk(no disrespect intended toward O).
He changed the m f n G!
I'm with you on Baltimore Bullet Earl the Pearl. Nice.
Gimme Pete Maravich. No D, but holy shit, what a showman/shaman.
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