We lived in Yorkville, which is located on the East End of Manhattan. It's further east than Hell's Kitchen, and back then it was the kind of place where the roaches and cockroaches were big enough to carry away small children.

We played every night. Sometimes we'd stay overnight after a game, but we'd usually drive on to our next destination.

Back then every small town had a gym, and if itseated more than 2,000 then we'd be interested in playing in it.

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

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

I dribbled by the hour with my left hand when I was young. I didn't have full control, but I got so I could move the ball back and forth from one hand to the other without breaking the cadence of my dribble. I wasn't dribbling behind my back or setting up any trick stuff, but I was laying the groundwork for it.

My biggest win was getting the meal money bumped from $5 to $7.

My family was poor, my father drove a cab for a living, but we felt normal because everybody else was in the same boat.

Do your best when no one is looking.