The NBA wasn't a big deal at that time, so it wasn't really in my career plans.

There were riots in just about every game we played with Syracuse.

We had a strong relationship with Walter Brown, and felt that he was the best owner in the league.

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

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.

French was my first language.

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.

Kerner decided to trade my rights to the Chicago Stags, which sounded better to me than Tri-Cities, but the Stags folded up almost immediately.

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