Made my day. We used to laugh about him until we cried, and now it all came back. I had no idea there was even this much footage of him, and I couldn't have selected a better soundtrack for his game.
Last I heard he was struggling financially and was a car salesman in Houston trying to make it financially in his late 60’s.
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Damn, not even exotic cars. He is nearly 70 years old and selling Buick’s in the suburbs. Someone needs to track him down and find out what went wrong for him. I am assuming he doesn’t get an NBA/ABA pension. What did he do between 1985 and 2010? Glad he is supporting himself but if I played pro basketball for a decade; I wouldn’t expect to be selling Buick’s at 70 years old.
Different era though! He was actually kind of a 7th or 8th man for a lot of his career, so probably made, like, NASA engineer money. Not even kidding.
lol. From http://www.slate.com/articles/sport...e_biggest_jerks_in_basketball_history_is.html Billy Paultz, an ABA and NBA player from 1970 to 1985, once told me the following story: It was the 1980 season. Our head coach in Houston, coach Del Harris, was trying to heal some rifts between players. He brought in a psychologist who got the whole team together in the locker room for a visualization exercise. The psychologist asked us to close our eyes and visualize all of our troubles and problems, every one. Then he said, “Now, keeping your eyes closed, visualize picking up all your troubles one by one and put them in a bag. Then visualize throwing that bag full of your troubles off of a bridge.” He talked in a very soft and relaxing voice. “Now watch that bag of your troubles fly off the bridge, splash into the water below, sinking, sinking, sinking until it submerges and disappears. When I count to three, you will open your eyes, and when you do, all your troubles will be gone.” At the time I was reunited with Rick Barry on the Rockets. The psychologist counted to three. I opened my eyes and said “Hey Rick, I don’t get it. How come you’re still here?” Rick didn’t appreciate that.
