It flooded through him when he walked onto a basketball court — the jump shots
with crumpled paper cups he took as a little boy after every high school
game his dad coached, the million three - man weaves, all the
sweat and the squeaks and the passion so white - hot that twice
during his career he had rocketed off the bench to scream... and blacked out... and five or six
times every season the backside of his suit pants had gone rrr - iii - p!