former NBA star Bison Dele Missing

That's pretty sad. I've read that there are more and more cases just like this and that pirates, yes pirates are to blame. Not sure why, but pirates on the high seas are back with a vengeance. If some small group is sailing around a swanky looking rig, look out.

 

Pirate repellant:

 

I too have read of pirates roaming the seas. Crazy, yes, but true. Hopefully this is just a major lack of communication.

 

Pirates in SE Asia are rampant. I have many vietnamese friends that got hit by them when escaping Viet Nam during the 80's. Lets just say they are not the nicest people in the world and you are lucky to come out alive.

 

damn, he is dead. Pirates suck we should use satillies and hunt them down and nuke them of the face of the earth.

 

Ever since he changed his name, his life has gotten so weird...

 

Riding on a boat from Tahiti to Honolulu???? Thats a long trip. You gotta crazy to try that.

 

You take a chance riding the ferry from Belgium to England. No one is safe in even the most mundane circumstances. Bison seems to have had a yacht, 3 crew and his girlfriend. It may be a communication problem or they could have been unlucky. There are a lot of pirates in certain parts of the world, unfortunately, but the area they're talking about is not especially noted for them. Sometimes you just get thrown into danger, never knowing it's headed your way.

 

I also heard that his brother falsely identified himself as the real "Brian Williams" recently in order to buy gold bullion... What on earth is going on in this family?

 

I wish him well . .and hope for the best.

Rocket River

 

I don't know...I kind of like the idea fo there being pirates in the high sea... I guess if I was out there I'd think differently, but still...I can't help but think it's kind of cool...

 

Thursday, September 12

Dele lived life the right way: his way

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By Sam Smith
Special to ESPN.com


Everyone has a favorite Bison Dele story. He is one of those guys you have favorite stories about. There are not too many people like that, though I never could call him Bison. Brian Williams was fine with me.

He played briefly for the Chicago Bulls during their fifth championship season in 1996-97. The NBA's peculiar salary cap rules prevented the Bulls from offering Williams a substantial contract, and I was a little surprised he moved on to the Detroit Pistons for more than $50 million over seven years.

Money never seemed to matter much to Williams, who was one of the most generous athletes I've ever encountered. Also, one of the few. He routinely would give his playoff share, by that time more than $100,000, to ballboys or clubhouse attendants. Like his teammate that season in Chicago, the equally unconventional Dennis Rodman, Williams seemed to relate better with the staff around the team rather than the players themselves. Whereas Rodman was unusually shy, especially for an exhibitionist, Williams was different.

Former Pistons forward/center Bison Dele ran to a different beat in the NBA.
Basketball defines him the least. Even during his playing days, he was an adventurer and outdoorsman. He rejected the nightclubs and women chasing so common among pro athletes for individual experiences, from running with the bulls (the real tough ones) in Pamplona to hang gliding or skin diving. It is perhaps why the big rumor about Williams early in his NBA career was that he was gay. However, as the characters said in the old Jerry Seinfeld show, "not that it's a bad thing." NBA players just didn't know what to make of Williams, although when he was reported missing this week, it was with his latest girlfriend.

It will be a tragedy if Williams is lost, as his family seems to fear. Though it will be a greater loss because it is Brian Williams. There are just so few like him. Basketball may not need more like him, but society does.

In his two seasons in Detroit, Williams drove head coach Doug Collins to distraction, but he played well for the Pistons, averaging 16.2 points and 8.9 rebounds his first season. At 6-foot-11 and 260 pounds, he was a classic post man. He is left-handed -- no surprise there -- in shooting and behavior. And he's strong. His move to the basket was almost unstoppable, especially with NBA players unaccustomed to seeing the shot coming from the left hand. But, not surprisingly, Williams didn't care for Detroit.

Not to live around the Great Lakes is not to understand. It's not only the snow and cold. One can go weeks without seeing the sun. Brian Williams' life was lived in sunshine.

So this is what he did: He purchased a gigantic fish tank -- the size of one wall -- for his home. He loaded it with all sorts of tropical fish and then got himself some snorkeling gear. After practice, Williams would go home and stick his head in the tank and imagine he was snorkeling in the South Pacific. He'd come to practices and tell his teammates about his adventures in his tank and how it took him out of feeling of being locked in the Midwestern winter.

Sometimes there was a practiced intellectualism with Williams that seemed affected. It occasionally distanced him from teammates. But he always made you smile. He was sensitive to snubs, and even good natured lampooning in the media often produced a hurt look and a request for an explanation. You always felt badly when you made fun of him, which was too easy to do.

And the NBA lockout probably ended his basketball career.

Williams had played through a few injury-plagued seasons in Orlando, then began to blossom in Denver and then with the Clippers. His success in L.A. earned him his shot with the Bulls after holding out most of the season and a big contract with the Pistons. He proved he could make it, and that really was enough.

The NBA sat out until January of 1999. Eight months away from the game, Williams came back Bison Dele, a combination of names to recognize his heritage and desire. He'd began practicing a religion, though I never was sure which one it was. He played through that 50-game season with a pretty good Pistons team that narrowly lost its opening-round playoff series to Atlanta. But that long time off apparently was too much. Williams never really seemed to like basketball that much. Like a lot of big men, he played because it was expected. But his loves were elsewhere. The difference was Williams had the resolve to pursue them. He didn't follow the pack; he didn't do what was socially acceptable. He was torn because he desired acceptance, but he never really sought it.

So he went to the Pistons and said he was retiring. They begged him to stay. They needed him. They also owed him more than $30 million. He said he didn't want it.

He could have feigned injury. But he'd had enough in his career. He could have hung around and collected the money. But that didn't matter to him. It was happiness, exploration, adventure -- squeezing every experience out of life and giving.

Pistons oldtimers remember the time the longtime basketball secretary was leaving. The team asked players to contribute $100 each toward a gift, and most of them did. Williams invited the secretary to his home and cooked her a gourmet dinner, then handed her an envelope and wished her well. It contained $10,000. He gave Collins and team executives Christmas gifts, and Collins later said in several decades in basketball he'd never known players to give coaches and general managers holiday gifts. And it wasn't a tie. He had crystal sculptures made of the Pistons' horse logo.

Though when you asked about Williams, the most frequently used adjective was "flaky." There is an ethic and generally accepted behavior in professional sports, and Williams didn't fit any category.

He left the Pistons and then someone heard he was running a water treatment plant in Beirut. And then he was buying a Catamaran and sailing the Pacific. Family members believe it is where his life may have ended at age 33. But I wouldn't be surprised to find out someday he'd become a king on a remote South Seas island. It's just what he might choose to do next. And I'll always smile when I think about Brian.

 

Dang, that's messed up. This is why if I ever get rich I'm not leaving the ground or the U.S.

 

Thanks. That new news is especially disturbing because apparently the brother had called their mother this week, threatening to kill himself. Makes me think he's done something really really horrible involving his brother. So I'm abandoning the pirate theory now I think. Sad stuff.

 

Man, everybody knows who Michael Jordan is. Why dont they go around holding a picture of Michael Jordan and saying, where is Brian WIlliams, Bison Dele at? Show the Bull Logo, show Air, and show Brian Williams. Tibetan Monks know who Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls are.