Julius Erving – House Call

By:  Michael D. McClellan | I stand at half court, dribbling the basketball, my heart pounding hard in my chest, one of the greatest players in NBA history standing his ground between me and the rim.  He’s wearing blue warm-up pants and a white Converse T-shirt, his iconic Afro long since downsized to keep pace with his […]

Bill Russell – Reign Man

By:  Michael D. McClellan | The most decorated champion in the history of professional sports is standing four feet away from me, the culmination of a 25-year journey, and I’m sweating like an awkward, teenage schoolboy about to ask the hot girl to the prom.  My heart hammers hard inside my chest.  My face is […]

Magic Johnson – Magic Touch

By:  Michael D. McClellan  |  He flashes that trademark smile, 10,000 megawatts of impossibly perfect teeth and unabashed charisma, and in that instant I find myself completely disarmed, unable to hate on Magic Johnson, he of the baby skyhook, the player most responsible for vanquishing my Boston Celtics twice on the NBA’s biggest stage.  Yes, […]

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