I remember the first time playing against Larry Bird. It was one of his last years, and Charles Barkely was already a star, but Larry was just killing Charlie. Then Armen took him, and he was killing Armen. I looked up from the Sixers' bench and I said, "How the hell is he doing this, that skinny-assed white boy?" I said to Jim Lynam. "Put me in the game, Coach!"
He said, "You think you can handle him?"
I said, "Yeah, I can handle him"
He put me in the game and the first thing Larry does is get the ball, look at me, and say "Hey rookie," while he shoots a three-pointer in my face.
"Damn," I say. "He ain't gonna shoot the next one."
The next time he gets the ball, he fakes and I jump about three feet off the ground and he dribbles around me and hits a layup. The next time I play it straight up, and he raises up and hits another three. He scores like 14 points in six minutes. He messed my mind up so much, I didn't want to play basketball anymore. I just wanted to beat him up. I'd never been killed in a spurt that quickly.
So I'm back on the bench again and Charles is getting his *** ate up again. Jim Lynam looks down the bench at me and I just start staring into the crowd. I have no eye contact with him. I do no want to go back out there and play Larry Bird again.