There are two main reasons I love basketball, and neither of them have to do with the Mavs. One, when it is played the right way, it is the most beautiful sport to watch. It's fast, it's innovative, it's rhythmic, it's excitement, and it's pure, stripped down athleticism at its best. Two, because for every Wilt, there's a Mikan. For every Magic, there's a Robertson. For every Bird, there's a Maravich. For every Jackson, there's an Auerbach. For every Nash, there's a West. For every superstar, there is a distinct predecessor that at times can get overlooked in today's hip-hop, hyped up, highlight hoop show. So it was with Pete Newell, and unfortunately, yet hopefully, with his passing, he can again be recognized. Thank you, Coach Newell, for bettering the game I love. Have fun coaching your big man camp in the sky.
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