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We’ve all heard it said that if you pursue your passion, the rest will follow. To me, Pistol Pete is the purest example of that belief. He was the original gym rat, first spectacular showman, best ball-handler, and one of the most prolific scorers the game of basketball has ever known. To watch Pete play, was to watch someone who had completely mastered the game.
He made it look effortless. So fast, fluid and precise were his movements that it’s hard to compare him to anyone else. Lebron without the bulk and the dunk, but with the long range shot- and eyes in the back of his head. Like Thelonious Monk- you never would have thought of it because it’s outside your reasoning, but when he does it, yeah man.
Pistol Pete was in a league of his own, and on top of the world. But with success comes trials, and Pete had his share of them. In the end, he found “the life” that he had always been looking for.
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‘The radio was playing and the morning news was on. I was startled to hear that Pete Maravich, the basketball player, had collapsed on a basketball court in Pasadena, just fell over and never got up. I’d seen Maravich play in New Orleans, when the Utah Jazz were the New Orleans Jazz. He was something to see – mop of brown hair, floppy socks – the holy terror of the basketball world – high flyin’ – magician of the court. The night I saw him he dribbled the ball with his head, scored a behind-the-back, no-look basket – dribbled the length of the court, threw the ball up over the glass and caught his own pass. He was fantastic. Scored something like 38 points. He could have played blind.”
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-Bob Dylan
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