All class, Marv - may not concur on “ultimate GOAT” status but he leads the conversation for how hoops was played - and championships were won - when basketball was a team sport and defense counted.
Knew him a wee wee bit on the East Coast during the Celtics’ last run in the ‘80s and recalled for him the day he blew off a young autograph seeker one morning in a breakfast restaurant in the town your friend The Pirate now coaches CFB. It was 1968 Mississippi and the kid was my brother. Russell didn’t blow him off, he sat him down and told him very courteously that he didn’t give autographs and to remember some day a long way off that he was more than a professional athlete, in town to talk that hot Mississippi day on civil rights. He was all that—