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He was diminutive, but so explosive and crafty. Playing with an understated yet pronounced ‘hood flair, the man possessed a point guard’s game that was subtley beautiful. He competed delightfully over every inch of the 94 feet that spans the court. He was a maestro, a true lead guard who made every one of his teammates better.
The handle was textbook tight and ghetto fabulous all in one package. The vision and precision of his assist game was simply striking. He could score, pass and steal with the very best. And he could make any defender feel lost and helpless, as if they were stranded on Gilligan’s Island without Ginger and Mary Ann. Read More »
