Linky k *Hondo*

Krátka sezóna: Havlicekov posledný rok v NBA
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2017/10/10/kratka-sezona-1977-78/

Hondo: YouTube videá
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/john-havlicek-youtube-videa/

17 kartičiek Havliceka
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2024/02/08/17-karticiek-havliceka/

John Havlicek: A Study in Stamina
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2022/04/10/john-havlicek-a-study-in-stamina/

The John Havlicek Interview
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/the-john-havlicek-interview/

Bill Simmons’s The Book of Basketball: John Havlicek
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/bill-simmonss-the-book-of-basketball-john-havlicek/

The Green Running Machine
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/the-green-running-machine/

Iron John
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/iron-john/

Remembering the underappreciated Celtic great John Havlicek
https://ceskoslovenskyjohnhavlicek.wordpress.com/2016/10/24/remembering-the-underappreciated-celtic-great-john-havlicek/

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NBA 75: Hondo

75th Anniversary Team

Archive 75

75 Stories

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Satoransky, Vesely, and Czech-Americans in the NBA

Originally written on June 17, 2019

An old Czech proverb says “If there were no children, there would be no tears.” Similarly, if there were no Czechs, there would have been no “Havlicek stole the ball,” Neto’s in the Meadows, Hanz’s mustache, Hornacek’s famous free-throw face ritual, The Jan Vesely Diaries, #FreeSato, or maybe even the NBA itself.

Ever heard about a guy named Max Kase?

Born at the end of the 19th century in New York City, Kase was a famous newspaper writer and perhaps the major driving force behind both the creation of the New York Knickerbockers and the Basketball Association of America, the predecessor to the NBA. One author wrote that “Kase conceived the BAA and drew up its charter” and the second commissioner of the NBA, Walter Kennedy said, “His personal involvement in the beginning of the NBA in the 1940s and his strong belief that pro basketball was destined to be a major sport were important factors in the growth and success of the NBA.” But why I’m telling you this? Because Kase’s Jewish parents emigrated to New York from the Austro-Hungarian Empire – probably from the land of Bohemia.

As you might have heard, the Wizards’ Tomas Satoransky is the fourth Czech in NBA history. But since there are almost two million American citizens of Czech descent, some of whom live in towns like New Prague in Minnesota, Prague in Oklahoma, Pilsen in Wisconsin, Tabor in South Dakota, and Protivin, Iowa, sometime in 2012 I began to wonder how many Czech-Americans had played in the NBA. This led to months-long research and eventually the creation of the unofficial Czechoslovak-American Basketball Hall of Fame. Though an exact number is impossible to define (for example, if a player named, say, Williams had a Czech mother or grandmother and it’s not mentioned anywhere, we wouldn’t ever know he belongs to the Czech diaspora), there have been around 20 NBA/ABA players of Czech ancestry.

Many cities in America hold festivals celebrating Czech culture. In Parkville, Maryland, for example, there’s a Czech and Slovak Heritage Festival celebrating Baltimore’s Czech/Slovak heritage. So this month, as a celebration of Czech contributions to the NBA history and to the history of the Wizards franchise (did you know that in 1964, the Czech company Bata’s factory in Maryland created the Bata Bullets basketball shoe collection for the Baltimore Bullets?), I put together a hypothetical basketball squad comprised of Czechs and Czech-Americans who played in the best basketball league on the planet Earth.

Starting Five

Jeff Hornacek, John Havlicek in the backcourt, Don Kojis and Bob Netolicky at the forward spots, and Jan Vesely at center.

Players off the bench

Tomas Satoransky, Chuck Mencel, Jiri Welsch (guards), Bill Hanzlik, Steve Novak, C.J. Kupec (forwards), big men Jon Koncak Jiri Zidek (WTF? More on him later) and George Zidek.

If we have a 15-man roster, I’m also adding Frank “Apples” Kudelka, a good wing scorer in the early 1950s, and former New York Knicks center Dick Holub as the team’s 15th man. For the hell of it, Luke Petrasek of the 2018-19 Greensboro Swarm is the team’s two-play player and since every team needs a nickname, I’m naming this team the Sokols. Nazdar! (Note: Besides the four Czech-born players, these Czechs played in an NBA Summer League: Ondrej Balvin, Lubos Barton, Ales Chan, Jiri Hubalek, Martin Ides, David Jelinek, Pavel Milos, and Ondrej Starosta; plus American-Czech Blake Schilb, and Loukas Mavrokefalidis, a Greek with a Czech passport born in Czechoslovakia.)

And all these guys would be coached by Joe Lapchick, who played for the OG Celtics in the 1920s and ’30s.

At traditional Czech taverns, it’s acceptable to share a table with other people – and for other people to join you, if space is available. So in that spirit, I enlisted the help of basketball writers and each one of them was kind enough to pen a short write-up about one of the 14 guys. Without further ado…

#17 JOHN HAVLICEK

by Cort Reynolds, freelance writer and historian of the game

Almost unnoticed, former Celtic great John Havlicek had consecutive seasons in the early 1970s that were better than Oscar Robertson’s vaunted triple-double season. And arguably the best all-around seasons in NBA history. In 1970-71, the 6-foot-5 Havlicek averaged a career-best 28.9 points per game while also yanking down 9 rebounds a contest and dishing out 7.5 assists per game. He shot 45 percent from the floor and 81.8 percent at the foul line and missed only one game. He followed that year with 27.5 points per game, 8.2 rebounds and 7.5 assists in 1971-72.

Okay, maybe not quite as great statistically as Robertson’s triple-double year, but then consider the other end of the court, where Hondo was probably the most versatile and best defender in the NBA for much of his career. He was voted second team all-defense that season, and was capable of guarding anyone from small guards to big forwards with his quickness, tenacity, intelligence and most of all, incredible endurance. Havlicek made the all-defense team eight straight years, from the award’s inception from 1969 through 1976, when he was age 29 to 36. No doubt in his six seasons before the all-defense team was born, Hondo would have made it at least five times. Havlicek would be far and away the best player on this Czech team. Great scorer, super passer, great athlete, very clutch, and along with John Stockton the best conditioned player in NBA history.

With Boston he started out as a sixth man and didn’t complain, unselfishly sacrificing so lesser teammates could start. But even by his second year Hondo was second on a championship team in minutes played, and was almost always on the court at the end of the game, when it mattered most. By 1969 he had become the star who led Boston to the last title of the Bill Russell era. The quiet son of a butcher who spoke only Czech at their rural Ohio home, Havlicek had the humility, athletic ability, smarts, size and drive to be truly great, and his unassuming personality made him universally respected. As Russell said in a 1974 Sports Illustrated article on Havlicek, he called the tireless John “quite simply the best all-around player in NBA history.” The running machine Havlicek was named the NBA Finals MVP that year—averaging 26.4 points, 7.7 rebounds and 4.7 assists. Don’t underestimate how great a competitor he was. Most fans know about his famous steal in final seconds of the 1965 seventh game against Philadelphia. Not many recall his nine-point overtime in Game 6 of the 1974 Finals (including three huge baskets over the 7-foot-2 Kareem Abdul-Jabbar), or his apparent running game-winner off glass in the second of three OTs in the classic fifth game of the 1976 Finals.

The most underappreciated superstar in NBA history ran (and willed) his way to the top echelon of the Hall of Fame. Hondo said that if he knew Bird was coming, he would have stayed around instead of retiring in 1978 to play with Larry and possibly add to his total of eight rings. In his 16th and final season, Hondo still averaged 16.1 points a game in 34 minutes a night. Thus even though he would have been 40 by the end of Bird’s rookie year, Hondo still could have been a valuable reserve by 1979-80, maybe even back full circle to his early-career sixth man role—and his familiar role of NBA champion.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Martins Ferry, Ohio. John’s father Frank/Frantisek Havlicek, a butcher, and grandma Marie (née Simova) were born in Motycin near Kladno, Bohemia, grandpa Ferdinand Havlicek in Cihost, a village near Havlickuv Brod, Bohemia.

#14 JEFF HORNACEK

by Paul Coro, former Suns beat writer

Division I coaches did not believe in Jeff Hornacek enough to offer him a scholarship. NBA teams did not see enough talent to consider him one of the top 45 players in his draft class. Now, his No. 14 hangs retired for Iowa State and the Utah Jazz as a symbol of a career that includes an NBA All-Star season and two NBA Finals visits. Hornacek made it happen with the instincts of a coach’s son and resilience and toughness that belied the image of a nice guy who wiped his cheek three times before each free throw as a hello to his three children. Hornacek went from being an Iowa State walk-on to setting a then-Big 8 record for assists and making the overtime game-winner for Iowa State’s first NCAA tournament win in 42 years. He still was prepared to take his accounting degree elsewhere when the Suns drafted him 46th overall, behind their three other first- and second-round picks.

Hornacek stuck as a playmaker with a shooting stroke that did not suggest he would become the 18th-best free throw shooter in NBA history or a two-time NBA 3-Point Shootout champion with 15,659 career points. But he fixed that stroke at the behest of then-Suns general manager Jerry Colangelo. Hornacek taped his left thumb to his hand to prevent him from creating a side spin on his shots. He averaged at least 12 points for the last 12 years of his NBA career, which included a 1991-92 All-Star season in which he averaged 20.1 points, 5.1 assists and 5.1 rebounds. He was so good that the Suns used him to trade for Charles Barkley, a player Hornacek suggested the Suns needed. Hornacek escaped Philadelphia for Utah, where he was an ideal fit alongside John Stockton and Karl Malone for 6 and a half seasons. Before 3-pointers were cool, Hornacek held NBA records for making eight in a game and 11 in a row . . . over two weeks. The only thing that could stop that shot was Father Time, when his aching knees prompted retirement at age 37. The family man stayed home for six years to watch his kids grow up before starting a coaching career that eventually put him at the helm of Phoenix and New York.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Elmhurst, Illinois (western suburb of Chicago). Jeff’s grandfather John A. Hornacek was from Tasov, a small Moravian village in the region called Moravian Slovakia. His grandmother was Marie Hornacek (born Mrkva), a Czech-American.

#44 DON KOJIS

by Reinis Lacis, host of The Handle Podcast

Don Kojis was a fluid and athletic 6-foot-5 small forward who enjoyed a 12-year career which spanned from 1963 to 1975. The two-time All-Star was famous for playing well above his height and could really rebound the ball. However, Kojis’s road to success in the NBA wasn’t of the usual variety. After averaging 21 points and 17 rebounds as a senior at Marquette, the Czech-American played for two years on the AAU’s Phillips 66ers. It was the so-called industrial league where he began showcasing The Kangaroo Kram, becoming possibly the first ever alley-oop dunker in basketball. You don’t get called “the jumping-est white boy I’ve ever seen” by Wilt Chamberlain for nothing.

Kojis hit his stride relatively late in his career, though—the 1967-68 San Diego Rockets was his fourth NBA team in his first five years in the league. He had just become 30 when he received his second All-Star invitation in a row. The marriage with the Rockets didn’t last as long as it could have, yet the forward played until 36, an impressive feat for those times. Matter of fact, the likes of Jerry West and John Havlicek lead the list of seven players at 6-foot-5 or shorter who scored at least 13 points per game at the age of 35 or older. You can also say that about the very durable Kojis and the last hurrah he had with the Kansas City-Omaha Kings.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Don’s grandfather Florian Kois came to the U.S. from Opatov (near Jihlava), Bohemia, at the start of the 20th century; his second grandfather Charles Koubek was from Kasejovice, Bohemia.

#24 BOB NETOLICKY

by Tom Orsborn, sportswriter at San Antonio Express-News

A native of San Francisco who was raised in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, the rugged 6-foot-9, 220-pound Bob Netolicky ranks as one of the ABA’s early stars with his ability to shoot, rebound and defend equally well. A star player at Drake University in the 1960s, “Neto” averaged 18 points and 10 rebounds over his first six pro seasons, earning All-Star recognition in each of the ABA’s first four campaigns. A beast on the boards, Netolicky averaged nearly 4.0 offensive caroms over his first six seasons and ranks 115th on the list of NBA and ABA career leaders for offensive rebound percentage at 9.33.

Netolicky ended his nine-season career after the 1975-76 season known as one of the all-time great Indiana Pacers after spending seven seasons with the club and helping it win two league titles. Named to the 30-member all-time ABA team in 1997, he was also one of the league’s most colorful personalities. Tagged the “Broadway Joe Namath of the ABA” by one sportswriter, and the only player to make the ABA’s All-Flake team four years in a row, Netolicky was quoted by the website remembertheaba.com as saying: “If you’re single and you don’t wear a gray flannel suit, they say you’re different. I wear mod clothes, enjoy good times, and I like to party. If that’s a flake, then I’m a flake.”

Netolicky also enjoyed stints with the Dallas Chaparrals and the San Antonio Spurs and has the distinction of playing for two teams in one game (the Spurs and the Pacers in a game played 18 days apart due to a protest).

FACT OF INTEREST: Neto grew up in Iowa, son of a brain surgeon, Dr. Robert Y. Netolicky, and grandson of a doctor, Dr. Wesley J. Netolicky. Since Czechs love beer so much, I asked Neto how many beers this Czech-American team would drink at Neto’s bar after a game. He texted me back, “We would probably make the Guinness Book of Records on that one.”

#15 JAN VESELY

by Michael Lee, The Athletic NBA writer

Jan Vesely has always been a crowd pleaser, except for those two years when an NBA audience was too caught up in his missed free throws, non-existent outside game and clumsy fouls to find much amusement in those astonishing dunks. Fortunately for Vesely, his professional career didn’t end at the conclusion of a forgettable stint in the world’s greatest league. Vesely used that failure as the launching pad for greater success—and most importantly—happiness elsewhere.

The Washington Wizards thought they were selecting the ideal, high-flying, rim-running complement to John Wall when they made Vesely the first NBA lottery pick from the Czech Republic in 2011. It was a glorious moment, celebrated with an infamous kiss with Vesely’s then-girlfriend, that serves as the pinnacle of his time in the league. Vesely had some memorable dunks—including a slam in which he took off one step inside the foul line—and earned the nicknames Air Wolf and Dunking Ninja, but never quite lived up to the (self-proclaimed) European Blake Griffin label that came with his arrival to the United States. Two years with the Wizards and later the Denver Nuggets did so much to derail Vesely’s confidence that he scurried back to Europe. Vesely didn’t settle into obscurity, instead choosing exultation. He re-discovered his love for the game and proved that there is a place that will appreciate a big man who glides down the floor, soars toward the rim as if he was launched with rocket fuel and never runs low on energy.

Audiences in Serbia, where he represented perennial power Partizan and first flashed the above-the-rim potential that earned him FIBA Europe Young Men’s player of the year in 2010, and Turkey, where he finally turned that promise into production with Fenerbahce, have been fortunate to witness his best days as a professional basketball player. With legendary coach Zeljko Obradovic unlocking that swagger, Vesely has blossomed into a Euroleague legend. His game is mostly the same but Vesely plays with more joy and passion. Vesely has won a Euroleague championship (in 2017), a MVP award (this year), thrice earned first-team and become, to the surprise of many, one of the league’s better free throw shooters.

Back in America, basketball fans will continue to question why the Wizards picked Vesely over the likes of Klay Thompson and Kawhi Leonard. But that’s no longer Vesely’s concern. Instead of dwelling on what he isn’t, he’s found a home that cherishes all that he is. Vesely is back to being a crowd pleaser, back with an audience that is captivated by the dunking, howling, raucous show.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Ostrava, Moravia-Silesia. Famous person from Ostrava: Ivan Lendl.

#31 TOMAS SATORANSKY

by Chase Hughes, NBC Sports Washington writer, and
Kelyn Soong, sports writer at Washington City Paper

Hughes: Through his three years in the NBA so far, Tomas Satoransky has gone from a little-known second round pick to an essential piece for the Wizards and someone who is likely to make a good deal of money this summer on his second contract. Satoransky first carved his niche as a backup point guard, and arguably the best the Wizards have found since drafting John Wall. Over the past year, he has taken another step, proving to be a legitimate starter in Wall’s injury absence. Satoransky is versatile, tough on defense and has a high basketball IQ. He is popular among teammates and fans. He is the type of player the Wizards could use many more of. The Wizards would be smart to keep him beyond this season and have made doing so a top priority.

Which Czech player would you like to play with in the NBA, Tomas?

“I would like to play with Jan [Vesely] here because we have a good connection and he’s one of my best friends in basketball. Before, it was different basketball, but I think with Jan, he would be really good to play with here. I also would like to play with Jiri Welsch. I don’t know if we could be on the same team, [because] we are kind of similar players in terms of being creative with the ball for the others. I did play with him for a couple years on the national team. He was an older player back then. He had a lot of experience and you could see he had went through a lot of different basketball situations in the NBA, the Euroleague. It was great to have him on the team as a vet. Maybe it would be fun.”

Soong: It only took a few weeks into the season for the Wizards to reveal its dysfunction. The team showed little chemistry on the court, and a prevailing narrative was the players simply didn’t like each other. But one player continued to stand out from the soap opera: Tomas Satoransky. What intrigued me the most about the relatively unknown third-year player from the Czech Republic was how often teammates commented on how much they liked him or enjoyed playing with him. Former Wizards players Marcin Gortat and Austin Rivers both told reporters that Satoransky cannot be blamed for the team’s struggles. I spoke with several Wizards players about what made Sato so likable, and one word kept coming up: unselfish. He’s competitive, but he doesn’t seem to mind when his teammates receive the spotlight or attention, something that anyone who plays with him will appreciate.

I think Rivers put it best: “He just plays the right way. Tomas can shoot two shots and not give a fuck. But if his impact is out there and he’s playing a lot and he’s competing, then he don’t care.”

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Prague, Bohemia. Famous person from Prague: Vaclav Havel.

#18 CHUCK MENCEL

by Stew Thornley, official scorer for Minnesota Timberwolves games

The grandson of immigrants from Czechoslovakia, Charles (Chuck or Charlie) Mencel grew up in Wisconsin and in 1951 he moved 90 miles to the west, to Minneapolis, to enroll at the University of Minnesota, where he became an All-American guard. Mencel was a smooth player with an uncanny knack for getting open or setting up a teammate and he was highly regarded for his jump-shooting ability. In four years with the Gophers, he participated in 87 games, scoring 1,391 points (a record that stood for more than 20 years before it was finally broken by Mychal Thompson) and pulling down 353 rebounds. In 1954-55, he teamed with another Gopher All-American, Dick Garmaker, for a 10-4 Big Ten record, good for second place; both Mencel and Garmaker are honored today with banners and retired numbers in a display at one end of Williams Arena. The next season, Mencel was voted the Big Ten’s Most Valuable Player and it’s worth mentioning that he played all 70 minutes in a six-overtime win at Purdue on January 29, 1955.

After graduation, Mencel joined the Minneapolis Lakers (a team that won six league titles in its 13 years in Minnesota), part of the tradition that saw Gophers Don Carlson, Tony Jaros, Don Smith, and Garmaker ascending to the local pro team. The bright professional career forecast for Mencel did not pan out. A little undersized for the NBA, he played for two seasons, averaging 9.2 points per game in 1956-57, and then he fulfilled his Army obligation; when he got out, he could have played more but it was known that the new owner of the Lakers was planning to move the team to Los Angeles, so Mencel decided to stay with his family and embarked on a construction industry career, eventually becoming a vice president of Caterpillar, Inc.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Phillips, Wisconsin. From Chuck’s father’s side, his grandparents (with the original surname Mencl) were born in Kublov, Bohemia; from his mother’s side, Chuck’s grandfather Ludwig Urban was born in Benetice, Moravia, his grandmother (née Hostynkova) in Veseli nad Moravou.

#9 JIRI WELSCH

by Rich Kraetsch, co-host of Over & Back podcast

Jiri Welsch entered the NBA in 2002 with lofty expectations. A 6-foot-6 combo guard with a championship pedigree, Welsch was drafted amongst “Euro Fever” where every NBA team was seemingly looking for their version of Dirk Nowitzki, their diamond in the rough, their unknown European enigma. Like Nowitzki, Welsch possessed incredible size for his position but matched his physical gifts with tremendous smarts as well as a keen eye for the basket and his teammates. In an ESPN.com NBA Draft preview, Welsch was described as “John Stockton on hormones.” Unfortunately for Welsch, he’d finish with 15,431 fewer career NBA assists than Stockton.

Welsch arrived in the NBA on draft night 2002 when he was selected 16th overall by the Philadelphia 76ers. His tenure in Philly was short-lived as he was immediately traded to the then-hapless Golden State Warriors for two future draft picks. Welsch struggled with the Warriors shooting only 25 percent from the field and sporting a ghastly assist to turnover ratio. The following offseason, Welsch was thrown into a Dallas Mavericks/Warriors mega deal. Welsch along with Antawn Jamison, Chris Mills and Danny Fortson were sent to the Mavericks where Jiri would join the aforementioned Dirk on the up and coming Mavs. Or not. In October, before ever stepping on the floor for the Mavericks, Welsch was once again on the move—this time to Boston.

In Boston, he finally found his footing averaging 9.2 points per game for the playoff-bound Celtics, providing brief glimpses into his tremendous promise. Welsch’s momentum stalled the following season as the Celtics attempted to integrate new players into their rotation including Ricky Davis and Tony Allen; midway through the season Jiri was dealt to Cleveland where he’d join rising star LeBron James and help solidify their depth for the playoff run. Welsch became a footnote in history as the unprotected future first-round pick Cleveland gave up for him eventually turned into Rajon Rondo. Welsch was never a good fit in Cleveland and quickly saw his playing time evaporate as the season progressed. His fourth and final NBA stop came with Milwaukee in 2005-06. While his numbers rebounded slightly, the bloom was off the rose and following the conclusion of the season he returned to Europe signing with Unicaja Málaga of the Spanish ACB league.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Holice, Bohemia. Famous person from Holice: Harry Horner.

#22 BILL HANZLIK

by Ian Thomsen, author of The Soul of Basketball

I have known of Bill Hanzlik for most of my life. In 1975 he was starring for his high school in my hometown of Lake Oswego, Oregon, while I happened to be attending junior high school across the street. Decades later we became acquainted while he was serving as a Denver Nuggets analyst for their local TV network.

Hanzlik was a star 6-foot-7 guard for the University of Notre Dame in 1976-80. He was appointed to the forgotten 1980 U.S. Olympic team (the Americans boycotted the Games that year) even though he averaged only 5.9 points per game in college. But statistics weren’t the real measure of Hanzlik’s influence. He was a defensive stopper who in 1978 drove Notre Dame to its lone appearance in the NCAA Tournament Final Four. Hanzlik then affirmed his selection as the number 20 pick of the 1980 NBA Draft by playing 10 seasons with the Seattle SuperSonics and (following a 1982 trade) the Nuggets, who brought him off the bench to provide game-changing energy and stifling defense against opponents of all sizes and positions.

Hanzlik scored in double-figures only twice in his NBA career—he averaged 12.5 points in 1985-86, and 13.0 points the following season—but memories of his off-the-ball influence remain strong among Nuggets fans. Hanzlik runs the Gold Crown Foundation, a charity in Denver that has helped thousands of children and families.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Middletown, Ohio. Bill’s dad John Hanzlik—son of a Czech—was a World War II Army Air Corps veteran; Bill told me that John’s father Henry Joseph (Hynek Josef in Czech) Hanzlik immigrated to the USA from Prague in early 1900s, then he met his would-be wife Nora, a Bohemian, and they married in upstate New York in 1913. Henry’s brother Stanislav immigrated along with him, but he later returned back to Prague, where he became an influential professor at Charles University and a world-renowned meteorologist.

#20 STEVE NOVAK

by Mick Minas, author of The Curse

Steve Novak will always occupy a special place in my heart, as he was one of 12 Clippers who played in the season opener on October 29, 2008. This date holds particular personal significance, as attending this game and watching the Clippers lose to the Lakers by 38 points sparked an interest that ultimately led to the writing of my first book: The Curse: The Colorful & Chaotic History of the LA Clippers.

The game itself was like a microcosm of Novak’s 11 year NBA career. He played a little under 14 minutes off the bench, during which time his primary role was to space the floor with his long-range shooting. Novak finished with 6 points on 2-for-5 shooting from 3 and was the only Clipper to record a positive plus/minus rating.

For his career, Novak hit 575 3-pointers at a remarkably accurate conversion rate of 43 percent. He led the league in 3-point percentage in 2011-12, shooting over 47 percent while playing for New York. Even more remarkable is the fact that this was not his most accurate NBA season. That came 12 months earlier, when Novak hit over 56 percent of his 3-point attempts.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Libertyville, a suburb of Chicago. Another person of note surnamed Novak born in Windy City: Kim Novak, a Czech-American actress. In late 19th century Chicago, a full-valued life could be lived knowing only the Czech language exclusively. Even later on, the largest Czech community in the United States lived in “Czech-ago.”

#41 C.J. KUPEC

by Dan Peterson, legendary Olimpia Milan coach and basketball commentator/writer

Coaching C.J. Kupec was one of the great joys of my career! He played three seasons in the NBA for the L.A. Lakers and the Houston Rockets, and back then, three years in the league was a lot. Once I saw him in the L.A. Summer League in 1978, I knew he was the guy I wanted and I waited until he was available. Shooter, defender, rebounder, force, leader. He was, as they say, the total package. So C.J. came to my Olimpia Milan team in 1978-79. We were predicted for dead last and relegation to A-2, as we had the smallest and youngest (six teenagers of our ten players) team in the league. But we had C.J. and we had Mike D’Antoni. I knew what we had the first game of the season, against the defending champions. We were down by eleven at half, then won 77-68, stopping them cold, as C.J. stopped the Serie A league’s greatest scorer, Bob Morse, and scored one long basket after another on the pick-and-roll, as he stepped out to the corner and Mike got the ball to him. He did not miss. That got our season rolling in the right direction and we went to the playoff final.

In those playoffs, in the quarter-final, down in Rome, Blue Star had us down by 10 the whole game. But guys like C.J. do not give up. We were down 7 with 1:43 to go and rallied to tie it, 92-92 (despite the worst refereeing I have ever seen in the Serie A, all in favor of Rome). We tried a jump shot to win it: miss, with no foul called. C.J. got the offensive rebound and went up, missing because no foul was called. He kept after it, got the rebound again, went up again and, with contact, put in the winning basket to give us the 94-92 win in regulation time. That got our playoffs going and we knocked out Blue Star, 2-0, to advance to the semi-finals. In the semi-final, we had not win at Varese in 13 seasons but upset them, up there, 91-81. They won Game 2, but we won Game 3 to take the series. We won because C.J. hit six straight shots from ICBM range to bring them out of their air-tight 2-3 zone. We did not have the 3-point shot back then but they came from way, way behind where the 3-point line is today. It was just another clutch performance by C.J.

But my favorite story is set in the summer of 1979. We were to play three exhibition tournaments in Sicily: Palermo, Capo d’Orlando and Messina. Each stop had three games: two against USA all-star teams and one against the USSR national team. The U.S. teams were packed with guys trying to get contracts in Europe, so they were battles. I only had seven of my ten guys, as D’Antoni was in the U.S., another guy had been loaned to a team and one was with the Italy National Team. So, I had three 16-year-old kids, including Rinaldo Innocenti. I put Rinaldo in one game against the Americans and he accidentally tripped one of their guys, who went down hard.

Their whole team came after Rinaldo, who was scared to death. C.J. stepped forward and said, “If you want him, you’ll have to deal with me first.” Now, of course, C.J. is 6-foot-8, weighed 235 pounds and had played football at Michigan. They stopped where they were, “Hey, C.J., hold on there a second. No need for that.” It was over before it started. Here is the best part: C.J. did not even know Rinaldo’s name! No matter. Rinaldo was his teammate. I saw Rinaldo a couple of years ago and I asked him what he recalled about his time with our team. He said, “C.J. Kupec.” As they say in Italy, “You can’t buy that sort of thing at the supermarket.”

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Oak Lawn, a suburb of Chicago. C.J., born Charles Jerome, told me all he knew about his Czech ancestors; his grandfather Frank J. Kupec was born in Velky Vir, Bohemia, and served as a journeyman tailor in Vienna from age 12 to age 17. He then returned home and joined the Austro-Hungarian army. In 1904, he immigrated to the United States, where he worked in the Pennsylvania coal mines until he learned enough English to work as a tailor in Chicago. There he married a woman from Vinarice, Bohemia, Sophia Vaicova, and they had six children—one of them was Charles, C.J.’s dad.

#10 JIRI ZIDEK

by me, Lukas Kuba

Some of you are probably asking “Who is Jiri Zidek? Ain’t that George Zidek?” Well, no . . . it’s Jiri “George” Zidek’s father, a 2019 FIBA Hall of Fame inductee and arguably the greatest Czechoslovak player of the 20th century. Obviously he didn’t play in the NBA, but reportedly, he got an offer to play for the Celtics in the mid-1960s. Czechoslovakia played two exhibition games against the USA basketball team in the summer of 1964. Zidek scored 22 and 23 points, respectively. And almost every summer in that decade, Zidek and his club team, Slavia Prague, played at tourneys in Italy; the legendary Celtics coach/GM Red Auerbach quite regularly made trips overseas (in 1964 he was in Poland, Romania and Yugoslavia) to do basketball clinics and probably heard of him there. Jiri said that back in the spring of 1966, when he played in a European Champions Cup final in Bologna, Italy, “representatives of the Boston Celtics came to me and offered me a contract for five years and $600,000. Like every kid, I dreamed about playing in the NBA.”

But it was impossible and unthinkable for him to get out of Czechoslovakia.

“The formalities took place in the arena; I agreed to it, and I even had an airline ticket in my hands and I went to the airport with them, but then I figured this would get my girlfriend and my family into trouble. We lived in the communist era, without personal freedom. Getting out of the country in a legal way was almost impossible. So I canceled the deal and returned behind the Iron Curtain.”

Could this story be true? I’d say $600,000 is a tad too much for that era (maybe it was $60,000?), but I discussed it with historian Cort Reynolds who said “I think it is very likely the Celtics were exploring all options to replace an aging Bill Russell and did look into signing Zidek Sr.”

I contacted George Zidek and he emailed me back with: “Papa tells this story about the Celtics. It’s his word, no proof.” In his book Let Me Tell You a Story, Auerbach was quoted as saying: “I do know a lot about the game internationally—I was the first guy to spend a lot of time overseas. I would bring [Bob] Cousy or [Tom] Heinsohn and sometimes a referee with me. We would work with the coaches and the players too. I always enjoyed it because they were all so eager to learn.”

Aram Goudsouzian, author of King of the Court: Bill Russell and the Basketball Revolution, opined: “It does seem plausible that Red Auerbach would have offered Zidek a contract. Auerbach made frequent trips to Europe to conduct basketball clinics during the summer. If Zidek could play in the NBA, Auerbach was probably the only figure in the NBA at the time who would have had the regular exposure to European players. He would naturally search for a competitive edge.”

Esteemed European basketball writer Vladimir Stankovic told me, “I am sure that Zidek was ready for the NBA, he was a really great player.” Zidek was a 6-foot-9, 220-pound center; according to Stankovic “his best weapons were the fundamentals, he could hit the outside jumper, had a hard-to-guard hook shot, was a great rebounder and had the spirit of a natural-born fighter.”

Then I emailed veteran sportswriter Lew Freedman, author of Dynasty: The Rise of the Boston Celtics, and he speculated:

“Although I know the older Zidek was a great player I cannot recall anything about him from that time more than 50 years ago. I do remember his son George playing. I have no recollection of hearing about a flirtation between him and the Celtics during the 1960s. As you mention, given the political climate of the era it would have been extremely tough for him to come to the United States then. It was well before the basketball world changed to see so many overseas players joining the NBA. (Note: From 1959 to 1973, there were no international players in the NBA, with the exception of Tom Meschery, born in Manchukuo to Russian parents.)

Yet certainly it is possible that ex-office talks took place. Besides Zidek’s word and memory, I am not sure how else you would be able to pin down such a communication that was unlikely ever put in writing. I am the type of person who is an optimist who would like to believe such a story was true with the Celtics on the threshold of being pioneers and looking the world over for talent.”

By the way, the second Czech-born baller who got an offer to play in the NBA before the year 1989 was Kamil Brabenec, the Czech scoring machine of the 70s and 80s. In 1974, the Detroit Pistons took an interest in him and Brabenec—chosen as the second best Czech player of all time—took part in the Pistons’ training camp that year. Allegedly, Detroit wanted to sign him, but Brabenec made a decision to go back to his native country because during that era signing for an NBA team meant renouncing your spot on the national team and emigrating without family.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Prague, then the capital of the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia.

#25 GEORGE ZIDEK

by David Svab, Czech basketball journalist

The first Czech-born basketball player in the NBA could have been Jiri Zidek in 1966, but Czech basketball fans had to wait 29 long years on top of it before they saw a Czech player in the NBA. And that player was George Zidek, Jiri’s son. Soon after the Velvet Revolution in Czechoslovakia, George moved—urged on by his dad—to the USA to attend UCLA, where he played four years on the Bruins’ team. In 1995, Zidek helped the Bruins win the NCAA tournament; he scored 14 points and grabbed 6 rebounds in the final against Arkansas. After that, the 7-foot center was selected by the Charlotte Hornets in the first round of the 1995 NBA draft, with the 22nd overall pick. George was an able player for his size, with good skills, strength, rebounding instincts and a hook shot. He was also a player who coaches appreciated: not a superstar, but he always played hard.

Zidek started his NBA career well: he scored 13 points against Jordan’s Bulls in his first NBA game and in the second he had 21 points, which was his best performance in the NBA scoring-wise. During the first month in the league, he averaged 7 points and 4 rebounds per game, but then his playing time began to decrease. In his second season, he was traded to the Denver Nuggets, where he lasted just for a year and then was waived. In March 1998 Zidek signed with the Seattle SuperSonics, but eighteen days later he was waived again and his NBA career came to a close. He appeared in 135 games, averaging 3.4 points and 2.1 rebounds in 10 minutes per game. For comparison, Ed O’Bannon—the NCAA’s Most Outstanding Player in 1995—played only three NBA seasons, too, with averages of 5 points and 2.5 boards per game. Zidek returned back to Europe and immediately became a star in the Euroleague, winning an EuroLeague title in 1999 with Zalgiris Kaunas of Lithuania. George Zidek thus became the first person ever to win both an NCAA and a EuroLeague championship.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Zlin (then called Gottwaldov), Moravia. Famous person from Zlin: Tomas Bata.

Coach JOE LAPCHICK

by Gus Alfieri, author of Lapchick

Joe Lapchick, the son of Czech immigrants, resembled his mother’s narrow frame, blond hair and high cheekbones while inheriting athletic advantages from his father’s large hands and long arms. By the time Joe was 18 years old he grew to be 6-foot-5 and his size and basketball talent attracted the best professional team in America, the Original Celtics. By the end of the 1922-23 basketball season, Joe signed an exclusive contract with them that eventually made him one of the highest paid players. And his play made him arguably the best big man in basketball. After a career barnstorming America with the Celtics, Joe retired from professional basketball to try his hand at coaching.

In 1936, Lapchick was hired by St. John’s University to coach one of the most powerful basketball programs in America, and became one of the school’s most successful coaches. In a career that spanned 20 years, Lapchick’s St. John’s teams would win four National Invitation Tournaments when the NIT more than challenged the present day NCAA tournament. Meshed between Lapchick’s two successful coaching stints at St. John’s, the New York Knickerbockers in 1947 tapped Joe to become their first coach. Lapchick’s legendary status, as well as his coaching success, helped the new National Basketball Association to survive and then succeed beyond any one’s imagination. In the nine years that he coached the Knicks, his teams won 326 games while losing 247, never had a losing season, and made the NBA finals three times.

His coaching career ended at SJU with a spectacular double triumph in the Holiday Festival and in the 1965 NIT final. The next year, Lapchick was inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame, and spent the rest of his life mentoring coaches who went on to fame, like Bob Knight, Lou Carnesecca, Al McGuire, and Butch Van Breda Kolff. But of all the honors Lapchick accumulated what stands out is Bill Bradley’s summary of his life in the foreword to Lapchick, where he identifies him as “a man of character,” a quality that is missing in much of society today.

Coach Lapchick was a wonderful man to play for. As I emphasized in my book, he was a chemist able to get his players to play together, and hard, not by screaming or ranting but by his command of plain, old fashioned horse sense. As he often said to us, “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” and won us over by always being fair in his judgments. If you dealt with him, you respected him. He always wanted to play against the best teams, never wanted to build wins on soft teams, and would never “run the score up,” when an opponent was overmatched. As far as coaching this Czech team, he would have cherished the opportunity. And I’ll close with a statement I used to make to my classes: “The smartest man I ever knew was my college coach, Joe Lapchick, and he was only an 8th grade graduate!” He was a person who could honestly be called, a gentleman.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Yonkers, New York. Joe’s father Joseph/Josef Lapcik—who worked as a policeman—was born near Zlin, Joe’s mother Frances/Frantiska (born Kasikova) was an ethnic Czech from Galicia. They both immigrated to America in late 1880s.

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Czech-American Game Highs in the NBA

POINTS: 54 (Havlicek)

REBOUNDS: 20 (Kojis, Havlicek)

ASSISTS: 18 (Hornacek)

STEALS: 7 (Hornacek)

BLOCKS: 4 (Hanzlik)

THREES: 8 (Hornacek, Novak)

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I asked the New York Times’ Marc Stein (via his NBA newsletter) about this Czech-American team. How would it fare in today’s NBA? Would this be a playoff team?

Stein: Admire the ingenuity, Lukas. Write in with an original concept like this—all the way from Prague—and, yes, you read me very well. I couldn’t resist giving this some run. Can’t say I really see your roster as playoff material, but who cares? It’s a fun concept that makes me want to see more rosters like this from different places, while throwing in the disclaimer that I’m taking the leap that you have indeed confirmed that all of these players really hail from families of Czech origin. Also: What you presumably didn’t know is that I am also always on the lookout for reasons to talk about the Czech Republic. Part of it is the fact that one of my closest childhood friends grew up worshiping Ivan Lendl. The other part: I made one short day trip there to see a Champions League game in Pilsen a few years ago and saw enough to know that I need to get back ASAP.

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Note: Originally, I had Jon Koncak on the team as a backup center. Michael Lee wrote the following about him:

Jon Koncak will always be known, derisively, as “Jon Kontract.” Whether unfortunate or unfair, Koncak won’t just be remembered as the 7-footer from Kansas City, Mo., who turned tiny Southern Methodist University into a respected program that knocked off powerhouses North Carolina, Kentucky, Louisville and Duke and nearly upset Patrick Ewing’s 1984 champion Georgetown Hoyas in the NCAA tournament. He won’t be looked upon as a member of the 1984 gold-medal-winning Olympic team that included future Dream Teamers Michael Jordan, Chris Mullin and Ewing. The Atlanta Hawks thought enough of Koncak to take him fifth overall in the 1985 NBA draft—ahead of future Hall of Famers Mullin, Karl Malone, Joe Dumars and Arvydas Sabonis and other stars like Detlef Schrempf, Charles Oakley, A.C. Green, Terry Porter and Michael Adams. Koncak wasn’t some stiff before his arrival in the NBA but he always wasn’t going to be confused with Wilt. He was a serviceable big man over his 10-year-career who could be trusted to work hard, grab some rebounds and make the most of limited scoring opportunities.

He could have played his entire career in anonymity and retired an afterthought. But Koncak became much more—a symbol of a broken NBA salary structure—when he signed a six-year, $13 million free agent deal with the Hawks in 1989. The contract was astronomical at the time, especially for a backup/part-time starter averaging roughly six points and six rebounds, because it put him on the same level as superstars Larry Bird, Magic Johnson, Jordan and his all-star teammate Dominique Wilkins. “I can’t justify what they offered me,” Koncak told Sports Illustrated, “but what was I supposed to do? Say no?” Koncak went from fan favorite to most hated, especially after Hawks management used his contract as an excuse for higher season ticket prices. He retired in 1995 as a member of the Orlando Magic, walking away from the game with a nondescript career but a nickname that will always stick.

However, I managed to obtain Koncak’s email and he told me:

“My father used to tell the story of his grandfather and two brothers who immigrated to the USA. Their original last name was spelled Konczak. One brother removed the C, the other the Z, and the third left name intact.”

They must have been Poles, not Czechs, because “Konczak” is probably a Polish surname. (Truth About It’s Polish Correspondent Bart Bielecki said that it doesn’t sound 100% like a typical Polish name, but that it is possible. According to the website House of Names, “Konczak” is a Polish/Ruthenian/Ukrainian surname.) So I had to un-induct Koncak from my CSABHOF (I decided to add Jiri Zidek Sr. to the Sokols team instead of him).

Sorry, Jon.

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Update, April 2022:

#27 VIT KREJCI

by Joe Mussatto, Thunder beat writer at The Oklahoman

Vit Krejci was a relative unknown entering the 2020 NBA Draft. The 6-foot-8 guard had just suffered an ACL tear while playing professionally in Spain, which slid Krejci even further off the radar. But the ever-unpredictable Oklahoma City Thunder selected Krejci with the 37th pick. After sitting out for the entire 2020-21 season to rehab his knee injury, Krejci appeared in 30 games and made eight starts for the Thunder as a rookie in 2021-22. He averaged 6.2 points, 3.4 rebounds and 1.9 assists in 23 minutes per game. The 21-year-old from Strakonice, Czech Republic—the first NBA player born in the Czech Republic—shot 41% from the field, including 33% from 3-point range. Krejci had encouraging flashes despite still being slowed by the nagging knee injury. Vit fits the “positionless” style the Thunder wants to play. He’s a towering guard who can do a little bit of everything, but he primarily projects as a 3-point shooter. How well he shoots the deep ball will determine how long he sticks in the NBA. Shortly after the season, the Thunder announced that Krejci had arthroscopic surgery on his left knee. He is expected to be healthy by the start of next season.

FACT OF INTEREST: Born in Strakonice, Bohemia. Famous person from Strakonice: Roman Turek.

John Havlicek: A Study in Stamina

by Sam Goldaper
1975

The broad and rather knobby shoulders give him a crooked look. The grin, exuding friendliness, splits a face that’s long and not quite symmetrical. John Havlicek might be the mild-mannered, bespectacled character of Clark Kent before he enters the telephone booth, rips off his clothes, and reveals his identity of SUPERMAN.

There is something out of this world about John Havlicek—whose legs move like eggbeaters during a game while he rarely breaks a sweat. If Havlicek isn’t extraterrestrial, perhaps he is the original Six Million Dollar Man, assembled by the Boston Celtics before every game in a secluded corner of the Boston Garden or in any other National Basketball Association arena. It’s difficult to accept the fact that he’s only human.

“He’s a freak,” says Jerry West, who played 14 seasons with the Los Angeles Lakers before his retirement after the 1973-74 season. “His endurance is incredible.”

Pat Riley of the Lakers adds, “There’s not a man in the NBA who can stay with John the whole game and survive. His body is made to go on forever.”

With the exception of the Boston Celtics, every team in the NBA pays its top players primarily to score in double figures, grab rebounds, block shots, or play defense. John Havlicek is hired specifically to run 48 minutes each game. The Celtics discovered years ago that the byproduct of Havlicek’s speed has not only created opportunities for John to excel but also openings for his teammates. The result is the Boston fastbreak, which has been imitated but rarely duplicated.

Case in point. There were 293 minutes of playing time in the six games of the 1967-68 championship series against the Los Angeles Lakers. Havlicek played all but two minutes. He fouled out of one game with a minute to play and was taken out of the sixth game with 38 seconds remaining. It was estimated at the time that in the sixth game, Havlicek ran almost 50 miles, scored 40 points, and then ran to the dressing room to celebrate another Celtics championship.

Havlicek is quiet, even-tempered and disciplined off the court. Bill Russell would occasionally address him as “Country Boy.” On the court, he doesn’t have the fluid grace of an Oscar Robertson, the speed of a Jerry West, the waterbug maneuverability of a Walt Frazier, or the pile-driving strength of Rudy LaRusso. But there is no other who can play the front or back court with such admirable brute force, and bouncy, unrelieved stamina. Havlicek is perpetual motion, pro basketball’s answer to Dorian Gray.

Havlicek is the last of the great Celtics. He has watched the league grow from nine teams to its current 18, and his playing days span two generations of Boston Celtics, the new, the old, and the twilight years between the two.

Like Bill Russell, Havlicek forces rival coaches to alter their method of defense. He is too fast for most forwards and too big for most guards. He’s had three pro careers. After he was pro basketball’s best sixth man, he was a combination sixth man and starter, equally at home in both the front and back court. Now, in the mid-1970s, he is a starting forward, who is still flexible enough to shift, if the occasion demands, to the backcourt.

When Havlicek first donned the Boston uniform in the 1962-63 season, the players wore black sneakers and the Celtic green was pro basketball’s medallion. He can recall when $2,000 from a playoff series would last an entire offseason. He remembers when a guy named Bill Russell introduced the art of rejection to the game and subsequently, each passing season brought a new championship flag to hang from the rafters of old and hallowed Boston Garden.

Indeed, the Boston Celtics have won 12 NBA championships since 1957, and Havlicek, affectionately known as Hondo, has been a member of seven of them. He still wears his first championship ring, primarily out of sentiment, but cherishes the 1973-74 ring the most.

The Celtics’ twelfth title, which came on Sunday, May 12, 1974, against the Bucks in Milwaukee, was immediately tabbed “the Havlicek championship.” As Havlicek walked around the Celtic dressing room, champagne dripping from his wavy hair and hugging his teammates, he told each of them, “Thanks for doing this for me.”

Havlicek Is the ultimate team man, yet deep down he got extreme personal satisfaction when the Celtics won the seventh game, 102-87. “This is the greatest one,” said Havlicek, separating this title from the six others from the Bill Russell years. The Russell teams won 11 times in 13 seasons, which was why Havlicek was so hung up on this one.

“Russell was the recognized leader in those years,” said Havlicek, who had reason to be doubly happy. For the first time in all the title winning years, he was the Most Valuable Player in the series and clearly the man most responsible for the Celtics’ first championship since Bill Russell’s retirement in 1969. “We always depended on Russ a great deal. I was just absorbed among the others.”

This was Havlicek’s team. The Celtic with a past had given as many speeches and pep talks to his teammates during the series as a candidate during a campaign. He was the catalyst between the old championship regime and the new one. He was the one around whom Red Auerbach and Tom Heinsohn had built the Celtics. “It took us five years to get this far,” Havlicek said. “I remember my first game with this group. The official said to me before the game, ‘So these are the new Celtics.’”

Havlicek gave the new Celtics direction and a steady hand during their learning years. He averaged 22.6 points during the regular season and 27.1 points and 45 minutes for the 18 playoff games. In the sixth game against the Bucks, he poured in 36 points, nine of them under excruciating pressure in the second overtime.

After the Celtics’ sixth-game loss, in which Havlicek played all 58 minutes, he appeared to be paying the price. Coming off the floor drawn and haggard, Havlicek was so keyed up that he could not unwind. “I could have played another overtime,” he has since said, “but people told me I didn’t look like myself. Afterward, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t do anything.”

Less than 48 hours later, however, Havlicek came soaring back, ready to win the final game. His recovery was partly a tribute to his resiliency and his self-discipline. “Few athletes take care of their bodies as conscientiously as Havlicek does,” says Dr. Thomas Silva, the Celtics team doctor, “and his body has seldom betrayed him.”

The Celtics’ franchise has always thrived on pride and tradition, and it became tradition not to trade or buy players, but rather to patiently develop them. The practice has been to select a player from the college draft to fill a specific need.

Red Auerbach, pro basketball’s most-successful general manager, had drafted Havlicek off the Ohio State campus to fill a need at a time when the Celtic team was a philharmonic: Bill Russell, Bob Cousy, Tom Heinsohn, Sam and K.C. Jones.

Since Havlicek scored his first two points for the Boston Celtics on a dunk shot against the New York Knickerbockers in 1962 at Boston Garden, 22,389 regular-season points have followed through the 1974-75 season. He ranks fifth among all scorers in the NBA and first among active players. Only Wilt Chamberlain, Oscar Robertson, Jerry West, and Elgin Baylor have scored more points than Havlicek. If the mechanical man, as Havlicek is often referred to, keeps running, he will overtake some of them, too.

It has been said that if the 6-foot-5, 205-pound Havlicek rolled out of bed at 2 a.m., he could take 10 shots from 20 feet out and still make half of them. A lot of guys have the reputation of putting the ball in the basket, but Havlicek is different. He plays two positions, front and back court. Sometimes he plays them alternately during a game, sometimes interchangeably.

“My game is based on speed and stamina,” said Havlicek, “wearing the opposition down. I don’t really know if you could call it overpowering them. Perhaps it’s better to say overrunning them. But I’ve always found that you’re only tired when you think you’re tired, so I’ve made it a habit to push myself when I start thinking about it. It increased my stamina, and truthfully, I can’t say I’ve ever really been tired in my life.”

To prove his point, at age 30 and nine grueling NBA seasons behind him, Havlicek, instead of following the pattern of most athletes beginning to slow down, raced at breakneck speed into the Celtic record book during the 1970-71 season in his own category—stamina. He played 3,678 minutes in 81 games, averaging 45.7 minutes a game and, coincidentally, that was his best scoring season. He averaged 28.9 points a game.

An even more satisfying milestone for someone who was a defensive-minded college player came the night of January 11, 1974 against the visiting Los Angeles Lakers. With seven minutes remaining in the game, Havlicek let fly a 20-foot jump shot to the left of the basket and became the eighth player in NBA history to reach the 20,000-point mark.

After Bob Cousy had presented him with the game ball and the capacity crowd of 15,320 at the Boston Garden had given him a two-minute standing ovation, Havlicek laughed, “After my first pro game, Jungle Jim (Jim Loscutoff) advised me in the dressing room that I would have to score more to stay with the Celtics. I never thought I would play 12 years, let alone score 20,000 points.”

Havlicek scored less in college than he does as a pro, and there is nothing mysterious about it. At Ohio State, he automatically guarded the opponent’s high scorer, big or little, with the exception of the centers. Defense was his specialty on a team that included future pros Jerry Lucas and Larry Siegfried.

Without rancor, Havlicek remembers, “Everything revolved around Jerry Lucas. Our offense was pretty much to get the ball to Jerry in the pivot. At practice, we spent 70 percent of our time on defense. When I got out of college, my big problem was developing my offense. Most rookies have exactly the other problem.”

Havlicek continues, “I was forced to learn about defense in college. Coach Fred Taylor had five guys at Ohio State who averaged more than 30 points a game in high school, so he needed a defensive forward. That was me. I became aware that movement is the most important thing on offense. If I keep moving, the defensive man is going to have to work harder. If you stay in constant motion, something is going to happen even if you run without purpose. You run to create situations.

“When I came to the Celtics, I played that role. But as you go through your career, your role changes. I moved on to replace Sam Jones as the ‘sixth man’ and then to become the guy who has to take the important shot. I have gone from being the young guy to now being the old man. In fact, I’m a senior basketball citizen. One of these days they’re going to have to find somebody else to do my job. I’m not as strong or fast as I used to be, but I’m more mature. I play with more purpose. I know when to break and turn it on.”

During Havlicek’s stay at Ohio State, the Buckeyes went 78-6, including beating California, 75-55, for the 1959-60 NCAA championship. Havlicek’s defensive ability earned him a spot on the United Press International All-American basketball team and a reason for Red Auerbach to scout him for a second time.

When Auerbach coached the Boston Celtics, by common acknowledgment, he would win NBA championships with his defense. His strategy would force ballhandling mistakes that enabled the Celtics to launch their fire-breathing fastbreak. Two coaches later, the Celtics still thrive on the same premise, while Auerbach sits in a private box at Boston Garden, still puffing his big cigars. Besides being the general manager, he is also the club president.

Ask Auerbach what he saw in Havlicek to make him the Celtics’ first-round draft choice. The man who won eight NBA championships thinks a while and says, “I scouted Hondo twice. He didn’t look especially good.” Then breaking out into a smile, he adds, “When you have the last choice in the draft, the way we had that year, you’re not particular.”

Before Auerbach called, “Boston takes John Havlicek of Ohio State,” Bill McGill, Zelmo Beaty, Paul Hogue, Chet Walker, Dave DeBusschere, Jerry Lucas, Wayne Hightower, and LeRoy Ellis had been picked. Of the eight players drafted ahead of Havlicek, not one was smaller than 6-foot-7 and several were 6-foot-9 or better.

“That’s why he was left for me,” Auerbach always has said with a sly grin.

Havlicek was entirely a Red Auerbach-type player. In fact, he was the very prototype of the 1960s Boston Celtics, one who would come off the bench, and as Auerbach has often said, “Shoot, shoot, shoot.”

Havlicek’s arrival was opportune for the Celtics. The Boston dynasty of four straight championships was showing wear. Bill Sharman was gone. Bob Cousy was going, and Frank Ramsey and Jim Loscutoff were looking for a graceful way to call it quits.

Only when you press Auerbach, and he is really serious, does he admit that, “Hondo was a hard-nosed kid, he was well-coached, he had good fundamentals. See, Havlicek was a kid that, playing second fiddle to Lucas . . . well, he’s not gonna get the ball that much. Anytime anything happens, the ball’s gonna go to Lucas. Well you can’t see too much in one or two games, so you talk to a lot of coaches and you look for the basic fundamentals.

“Then it’s guesswork. You see a kid a couple of times and what the hell can make you so sure that you’re making the right choice? Maybe he had a bad ankle that night. Maybe he didn’t eat right. One never knows.”

Nor does one ever know what possessed Auerbach to make a swingman out of Havlicek—who had never played in the backcourt. But it was a stroke of the Auerbach genius. “While Bill Russell was still around,” said Havlicek, “all I had to do against a forward was to block out. I was not too interested in getting the rebound, because if I blocked out, Bill would get the rebound. In college, I’d block out and go for the rebound too. When you’re playing guard, though, defense is tougher. Guards are much quicker, and you have to make some room to maneuver and most of the picks are coming up behind you.

“Although I regularly switched between guard and forward, most of my playing time was up front. I’d rather go without the ball. If you’re a forward, you can do that.”

Matchups are a big part of pro basketball, and as long as Havlicek plays the front and back courts equally well, he puts coaches at a disadvantage. Though in later years he has played primarily as the “small” forward, he still occasionally switches to the backcourt. For the first half dozen or so years in the NBA, a coach never knew where he would start, or if and when he would switch over from guard to forward, or vice versa. Fred Schaus, who coached the Los Angeles Lakers, credits Havlicek “as being entirely responsible for the trend to the small, quick forwards.”

Before Havlicek’s running game was put to use, the thinking was that a forward had to be big and strong. Most clubs in the league today have the small forward—Bill Bradley of the Knicks, Mike Riordan of the Washington Bullets, and Jim McMillan of the Buffalo Braves—to name a few.

Auerbach had conceived the idea of the sixth man, or the “super sub,” for the talent-rich Celtics first with Frank Ramsey, “because you need a lift from the bench, instead of a depression.” For years, Ramsey played the role of the brilliant player who always came in to contribute to Celtic championships. Ramsey was 6-foot-2, and could play front and back court, shoot, defend, steak, pass, and simply, win.

When Ramsey retired, Havlicek eased into the job as if he had been doing it all his life. He was bigger, stronger, a higher scorer, and equally adaptable. He had the right temperament to come off the bench at any time and go into high gear. Hondo did so well at being the “super sub,” that he was named to the all-NBA second team before he became a starter.

When Bill Russell replaced Auerbach as the Celtic coach, he had this joke about Havlicek. “If a forward was having trouble early in the game,” Russell would say with a cackle, “Havlicek would replace him. If the guard was having trouble, Havlicek would replace him. And if nobody was having trouble, then John can sit.”

Havlicek’s true role early in his career may have been summed up best by Phil Elderkin, writing in the Christian Science Monitor. “He plays two seasons,” said Elderkin. “In the first season, he is basketball’s best sixth man who comes off the bench cold and picks up the ballclub with his scoring and his defense. His second season is in the playoffs, in which he becomes a regular.”

While he played as the sixth man, Havlicek was used as a starter twice when the Celtics teetered on the edge of defeat. In the 1965-66 playoffs, the Celtics were losing, 2 games to 1, in a best-of-five series with Cincinnati and facing extinction on the Royals’ home court. Auerbach, then the coach, started Hondo at forward, instead of the ailing Willie Naulls.

The Celtics won, and with Havlicek remaining in the starting lineup, kept on winning to beat the Royals, 3-2. They went on to triumph over Philadelphia and Los Angeles for their eighth-straight championship.

During the 1967-68 Eastern Division semifinal against Detroit, the Celtics were behind, 2-1, in the best-of-seven series. Bill Russell, in his rookie season as coach, started Havlicek at guard in the fourth game and he poured in 35 points, as the Celtics ran away from the Pistons in the second half to win, 135-110.

Havlicek stayed in the starting lineup and the Celtics swept past Detroit in six games. But in the Eastern final, again they hung on the brink, losing 3-1 to Philadelphia. In the clubhouse before the fifth game, Havlicek wrote the figure $80,000 on the blackboard. “That’s how much we win if we all go to the finals,” said Havlicek. Below the figure, he wrote: “Pride.”

Havlicek started at forward, replacing the injured Satch Sanders, and Hondo recalls, “Russ came to me and said he wished he had two of me, one for the backcourt and one for the front. I said he’d have to be Houdini to cut me in half.”

There were times when the 76ers and the people watching that series thought Russell might indeed have cleaved Havlicek in two. He led the Celtic scoring with 29 points and helped drop 20 more in with 10 assists as Boston won, 122-104.

The Celtics evened the series at three games each, 114-106, and Hondo was the high scorer with 28. He collected 21 points in the game that put Boston into the final against Los Angeles.

Russell kept Havlicek in the starting lineup in the series against the Lakers. Running—and then running more—Havlicek ruined his reputation as the best sixth man in creation. He averaged 25 points, 10 rebounds, and seven assists a game as the Celtics won their 10th championship in 12 seasons.

When Auerbach was once asked if he ever had the temptation to start Havlicek in the early days of his career, He said, “Oh, the temptation was always there, but you need a lift from the bench, and Johnny practically ran himself out of that chance to start. You couldn’t believe a guy could keep going on like that. And once you put him in, you couldn’t take him out because he never stopped. I always was afraid he might get tired at the end, when I really needed him, if he started.”

Havlicek was different from the other Celtics and unlike most of the small-town kids from Eastern Ohio. He was born on April 8, 1940 in Martins Ferry, lived in Lansing, went to Bridgeport High School, picked up his mail in Adenna, and hung around the family store in Dillonville, eating butter sticks when most kids thrived on candy bars.

“I ran everywhere when I was young,” said Havlicek. “I ran to the store, to school, everywhere. That way I had more time to play ball. If I had to do an errand, I’d get it done quicker. I’d run home from school for my lunch, and I’d run back after lunch. I knew just how long it should take me, 45 seconds. With about 12 minutes for lunch, I’d be back on the playground in 15 minutes, which gave me 45 minutes to play before class. I was always wrapped up in some kind of ball.”

The area that Havlicek grew up in was dependent on steel manufacturing and coal mining. The people were Eastern Europeans. John’s grandfather had immigrated to those coal mines from Czechoslovakia, setting up a grocery store. John’s father, Frank, worked in the family store and, until his death in 1973, he never lost his accent or the belief that soccer was the only real sport.

Havlicek was an all-state quarterback at Bridgeport High School, where the team was known as “Big John and the Seven Dwarfs.” “Our line averaged 135 pounds a man,” Havlicek recalled. “We usually were outweighed by something like 80 pounds a man. But we were quick, and you didn’t know what we would do next. I threw a lot of passes, and we had razzle-dazzle plays and a lot of belly-series stuff.

“I was real good at faking the ball on the belly-series. Once, I rode a guy into the line and then took the ball away from him. He was tackled, and the referee blew the whistle, blowing the play dead. The referee was still looking for the ball when I took over and handed it to him.”

Bridgeport won and lost about the same number of games in John’s senior year, though the basketball team had a 17-1 record and Havlicek was an All-State forward. Once, after he had scored 28 of his team’s 31 points in one game, the rival coach told everyone he knew how to stop Havlicek. “Put three men on him man-to-man, and play the other two in a zone under the basket,” he said. “And every time he gets near the ball, complain to the officials that they’re favoring him.”

Havlicek also played first, second, third, and shortstop for the baseball team, hitting between .400 and .500 every season. Havlicek’s baseball teammates were the Niekro brothers, Phil and Joe, who later became outstanding Major League pitchers. “I think John could have made it in any sport he tried,” Phil Niekro once said. “He was a heckuva quarterback, and I always thought football was his best game.”

The first time Havlicek got a real glimpse at the outside world was when he went to play in an all-star basketball game. “It was there that I met Jerry Lucas and Larry Siegfried,” said Havlicek, “and we became good friends. Five members of that all-star aggregation went to Ohio State, including Mel Nowell. One day, Mel went to see John Wayne in the movie, Hondo. He couldn’t pronounce my name, and he said I looked like John Wayne from the side, so Hondo became my nickname.”

When Havlicek headed for Ohio State, he left an everlasting impression on his college coach, Fred Taylor, starting with the day he walked into Taylor’s office and said there was “only one basketball, and you’ve got plenty of guys who can shoot it. I’m going to make this team on the other end of the floor.”

Taylor said at the time he was trying to sell his team on defense. “Defense is not something easy to sell,” said Taylor, “but here was John literally jumping at the chance. I had never seen anything like it before. And, of course, I never saw anything like John.”

The Buckeyes would go through a two-hour conditioning program before practice began. On the final day of the program, the players had to run a cross country mile in under six minutes. “I would do it in 4:50,” Havlicek remembers. “I used to run across the golf course and keep up with the guys on the track team.”

When he graduated from Ohio State in 1962, Havlicek gave pro football a shot before basketball because it looked a little easier. “The football season is shorter, too,” he said. “About 20 football games is a lot shorter than having to play 100 basketball games. I did things in basketball that pro football coaches would carry over to pro football as a wide receiver. I was quick, had good moves, and good hands.”

Not having satisfied his urge to try pro football, Havlicek accepted the offer of an automobile and a $15,000 contract to report to the training camp of the NFL Cleveland Browns. “I wasn’t planning to do much talking in that first day in camp,” said Havlicek. “I heard about the things they did to rookies in pro football. Suddenly I began to hear these barking and growling noises, like maybe they were meant for me. When I looked around there was this huge guy with two T-bone steaks on his plate. He was eating them raw.”

As a wide receiver and later a flanker, he scrambled through five weeks of preseason practice. The coaches called him “The Spear,” and thought he was better at catching a football than throwing one.

The Browns elected to keep four receivers, and Havlicek was the fifth. Rather than cut a veteran—or Gary Collins, another draftee that year with a no-cut contract—they cut Havlicek. “I thought I had the best hands in football camp,” Havlicek still maintains. “Not too many disagreed with me. I had to run the 40-yard dash twice, because the first time I ran a 4.6, and they didn’t believe it.

“Paul Brown (Cleveland coach) put me in for only a few plays in one exhibition game against the Pittsburgh Steelers.” Havlicek recalled with a wide grin. “On the first play, I was flanked to the right. It was an end sweep for Jim Brown. It was one of those picture things. I cut down the defensive halfback, and Brown went for 48 yards to the two yard line.

“On the next play, from the two, I was the tight end. The play was to come off my left hip. I looked across the line, and there, facing me, was Big Daddy Lipscomb,” at more than 300 pounds.

“A lot of thoughts crossed my mind,” Havlicek said, “like leaving the ballpark. I sort of blasted straight ahead. Big Daddy grabbed people and sorted them out and then grabbed the runner. I ended up on the bottom of the pile, my helmet knocked half off. But on the next play, we passed for the touchdown.

“The next time we had the ball, I was a decoy on the flank. I ran my patterns, but no one threw to me. And that was it. I didn’t play anymore.”

Havlicek put those great hands on the wheel of his brand-new 1962 Chevrolet Impala convertible, the bonus from the Browns, and drove to Red Auerbach’s basketball camp in Marshfield, Mass. It was no joyride. His failure to make the Browns—his only failure in sports to this day—bothered Havlicek.

“I was crushed,” he recalled. “I felt the Browns had made a mistake. I felt I could really play. The Houston Oilers, who were in the old American Football League then, made a pitch for me, but I felt if I was cut by the Browns, then the Good Lord was trying to tell me something. I decided to stick to basketball.”

Auerbach wasted little time putting his first-round draft choice through a workout. “We had him work against some of the guys,” recalled Auerbach, “and John just ran up and down the court without taking a breather. He jumped and shot, and I watched with awe. I was stunned. After three minutes, I knew we had bought something good, something very good. Ben Carnevale, who was then the coach at the United States Naval Academy, was my assistant in camp. We looked at John. Then I looked at Ben, and Ben looked at me. I remember Ben saying, ‘Holy Bleep, look what we got.’ Havlicek was a pro from the day he joined us. You can scout more watching a scrimmage than watching a game.”

The Celtics’ original offer to Havlicek was $9,500 with no bonus. Since the Celtics were dominating the NBA, Havlicek was told, “your bonus will be the playoff money.” Unknown to Havlicek, Fred Taylor had called the late Walter Brown, the then Celtic owner, and asked for a better financial deal. Brown was reluctant at first and told the Ohio State coach, “You college coaches are all alike. You always think your player’s worth more.”

Taylor remembers telling Brown, “The NBA never had a player worth more than this one.”

The Celtics finally agreed to a $15,000-a-year contract, and Hondo quickly established his marathon style. Havlicek’s first Celtic training camp was at Babson Institute in Wellesley, Mass. The Boston players looked him over and, after one drill, they quickly named him “The Spider” because he seemed to have eight arms and legs and was light enough to sleep in a cobweb.

They also introduced him to the fact that pro basketball is a contact sport. Jim Loscutoff, who was pro basketball’s answer to a middle linebacker, was the teacher in that department. Bob Cousy, who could run a little himself, decided to test the new guy’s endurance. Both were quickly surprised.

“Jim must have weighed more than 25 pounds more than me in those days,” recalled Havlicek, “and he let me know it. In the first scrimmage and in subsequent intra-squad games, he would go over my back. I figured a referee would call that in a game, but I said nothing. Instead, I responded to his intimidation by running.

“One day, Jim, panting real hard, said to me, ‘Man, you run too much. Nobody runs like that. Slow down.’ I told him that if he would quit pushing me around, I’ll quit running so hard. He didn’t climb on my back so much after that.”

Cousy, working on the premise that “every man has his breaking point,” arranged that Havlicek would play on his team in the intra-squad game that day. “I’m going to run him and run him and run him,” Cousy said at the time.

Well, he had Havlicek running like a scared politician. Sure enough, it turned out Cousy was correct. Every man has his breaking point, but it was Cousy who ran out of gas. In disgust, Cousy threw the ball at the rafters and yelled, “The hell with it.” A rookie on any professional team needs a friend. From then on, Havlicek found one in Cousy.

Havlicek has said he can remember his first Celtic camp and season as if they were yesterday. “I was absorbed right away,” said Havlicek. “There was no trial period. No feeling out. Red never took a lot of guys to camp, and the old Celtics knew what to expect. All Red did was motivate them. His idea of a team having character was as important as anything else. He was gruff and tough, but he transmitted something. He instilled a feeling of unity, a feeling for each other. We like to call it Celtic pride.”

During his rookie season, Havlicek was a replacement for Bob Cousy, K.C. Jones, and Sam Jones in the backcourt or for Tom Sanders and Tom Heinsohn up front. “I divided my playing time with Frank Ramsey,” Havlicek said. “Frank was near retirement but still great, and we became very close friends. That’s when I first got to be called the ‘sixth man,’ and Red would say, ‘It doesn’t matter who starts, it’s who finishes the counts.’

“I always wanted to finish, and have taken great pride in my ability to play both the front and back courts. No one else has really done it. Usually, a sixth man can handle the offense at either position. It’s the defense that separates us. A guard can’t always pin the good forward in the corner, and a forward can’t stay with a guard racing up and down the court. I was able to do both because my collegiate defensive background made it easier.”

At first, Havlicek’s offensive game consisted of a pass to Bill Russell in the pivot and an awed look at teammates Sam Jones and Cousy. When Bill Russell hit him with a pass, Havlicek would shoot. “Then they started to sag off on me, and I couldn’t do it anymore,” Havlicek said. “It took a good scolding from Red Auerbach to wise me up. I remember Red telling me, ‘You can’t let them insult you. They sag off when you’ve got the ball ‘cause they know you won’t shoot.’

“Red only had to tell me once. Because of the team’s running style and my own natural ability, which nobody knew about, I started to score.”

The other part of Havlicek’s game that needed help was his ability to get off his passes. Bob Cousy’s teaching took care of that. “Cooz took me aside and told me I was over protecting the ball,” said Havlicek. “He told me if I didn’t stop turning sideways to the man who was guarding me, I would never get the ball over to a teammate. Cooz suggested I practice using my left hand as a well as my right hand in bringing the ball up the floor against the man guarding me. Otherwise, I’d never be able to properly see the open man.”

Havlicek averaged 14.3 points a game and was named rookie of the year for his all-around play. He logged the most playing time, with the exception of Russell and Sam Jones. He was also fourth in rebounds and fifth in assists. Most important for Havlicek were the testimonials from his teammates and the opposing players whom he ran ragged.

Frank Ramsey called him “one of the greatest rookies to come into the league.” Bob Cousy predicted, “John would have a long and outstanding career,” and Bill Russell added, “John’s game is work, hard work . . . which, of course, endears him to me.”

Those were the old vintage Celtics talking about Havlicek. Nothing has changed. When Dave Cowens, who runs the fastbreak alongside Havlicek, came to his first preseason camp prior to the 1970-71 season, it was no different than in 1962.

“I remember the first day of preseason camp,” said Cowens. “I had never met John, but in my first practice session, he started going full speed immediately, despite not having worked out during the summer. The rest of us were huffing and puffing. It just went out and set us an example.”

In future seasons, game after game, Havlicek physically beat some of the best-conditioned athletes in the world, guards and forwards. It’s easy to find ballplayers who are willing to say nice things about John Havlicek. Even off the record, the people who know him still surround his name with superlatives and marvel at the way he continues to run.

Harthorne Wingo, called up from the Eastern League by the Knicks midway through the 1972-73 season, learned about Havlicek’s stamina the hard way. Wingo had the misfortune to be matched against Havlicek. Hondo ran him into exhaustion until coach Red Holzman pulled his rookie out of the game to save him from further embarrassment.

On the bench, Wingo turn to Dick Barnett and said, “Man, I don’t believe it. Thirty-two years old and the cat runs me off the court.”

Barnett gave Wingo one of his heavy-lidded stares and said, “If you had what he has, you could do it too.”

Wingo gave Barnett a dumbfounded look and asked, “What’s that?”

Barnett replied, “Three lungs.”

Following Havlicek’s outstanding rookie season, he went back to Columbus and practiced every day with Siegfried, Lucas, and Oscar Robertson. He worked on his shooting and ballhandling with jaw-dropping results. Havlicek astounded the Celtics at the start of his sophomore season. Tom Heinsohn made this observation: “They say you can’t learn to shoot, but when John came back for his second season, he was knocking the eyes out of the basket.”

Havlicek paced Boston in scoring with a 19.9 average. It was the Celtics’ first championship after Bob Cousy had retired. Hondo has been either the first or the second-leading Celtic scorer ever since. “I played mostly guard that season,” said Havlicek. “I learned to keep my head up while I was dribbling. That’s really the essence of basketball—keeping your head up, knowing what’s going on, seeing the open man. That’s the stuff Cooz tried to get across to me in my rookie season.”

Havlicek, who gives the impression that he never really left the farmlands of Ohio, tries to go ahead with his job with as little pomp as possible. For a man who has played in 1,033 regular season, 148 playoff, and 10 all-star games through the 1974-75 season, he has made it impossible to pinpoint his greatest moment.

“I don’t think I lead by my words,” he says. “Athletes respect ability, and the people who have been around the longest get the most respect. It’s a matter of your character and style of play, and your ability to perform when it’s difficult.”

Still, an important aspect of sports is to live in the past, compare and argue that one player or team is or was better than another. Sports historians have recorded the night that has been tabbed, “When Havlicek Stole the Ball,” his 54-point performance against the Atlanta Hawks, and the sixth game of the 1973-74 playoffs against the Milwaukee Bucks, as some of his greatest moments.

They were separated by a span of almost a decade, long enough for an entire generation of young basketball fans to grow up without knowing what it was like on Thursday, April 15, 1969, in the Boston Garden, as the final seconds ticked off in the seventh game of the Eastern Conference playoff final against the Philadelphia 76ers.

The Celtics and 76ers had split the first six games, each winning on the homecourt. In the seventh game, the Celtics led by 15 in the first period, and Philadelphia led by one at halftime. The Celtics had a 10-point lead in the third period, and then the game came down to the final three minutes.

As the scoreboard read: Boston 110, Philadelphia 103, Wilt Chamberlain rose to the occasion. He tipped in a basket and sank two free throws to cut the Boston lead to three with 31 seconds remaining. Sam Jones had the ball and was dribbling it around the court, killing time in the finest tradition of Bob Cousy. “What I really planned to do,” said Sam Jones, “was use up 22 seconds and then heave the ball up into the rafters, but I couldn’t judge the clock.”

Instead, the 24-second buzzer went off, and Philadelphia had possession with seven seconds remaining. The Sixers got the ball into Chamberlain, and Wilt stuffed it. The Boston lead was down to one point with five seconds to go, but the Celtics had the ball out of bounds. All they had to do was to throw it in, hold it, and they would reach the NBA Finals against Los Angeles.

But Bill Russell, throwing the ball in, hit the guide wire to the basket—a fantastic accident—and it was Philadelphia’s ball out of bounds. A pass into Chamberlain, a basket—the Celtic reign would have been over. Then came John Havlicek, like a knight in shining armor, to save the game.

Philadelphia put the ball in play under its own hoop. The 76ers called for a play in which Hal Greer would pass the ball to Chet Walker, who was being guarded by Havlicek, then take a return pass from Walker and shoot from behind his screen.

Greer took the ball, and the Sixers set up. “I figured when Greer didn’t get the ball inbounds in a hurry, he wasn’t going to make a long pass,” said Havlicek. “I had a hunch he was going to pass to Chamberlain, so I set myself in position where I could defend against the pass to Wilt or to Chet.”

Russell and Chamberlain faced each other under the basket. “From his eyes, I knew it was going to be his play,” said Russell. “I got ready to put my weight against his. For all the marbles. For all the money, the MVP trophies and the all-star games and all the rest of it.”

Greer threw the ball in for Walker, and then . . .

“I don’t know where that guy came from,” said Hal. “I saw two other Boston guys, but I knew they couldn’t do anything. I think that guy must have come from the other side of the floor, because I never saw him.”

“That guy” was Havlicek.

A split second after Greer threw the ball, Havlicek leaped. He didn’t try to intercept the ball. He simply taped it to Sam Jones, and Sam took off dribbling downcourt. Meanwhile, in the radio booth, announcer John Most in the dulcet tones that could break a pane of glass 100 miles away, was screaming, ”Havlicek stole the ball. He stole the ball. He stole the ball. The Celtics win. Havlicek stole the ball.”

Everyone has come to expect big things from John Havlicek, and on April 1, 1973, he opened his ninth playoff season with undoubtedly his greatest shooting night. He banked, swished, and probably willed 54 points in 31 minutes of playing time, into the basket as he led the Celtics to a 134-109 victory over the Atlanta Hawks at the Boston Garden. Havlicek hit at an unbelievable 24-for-36 pace, all on jump shots of 15 feet or more.

The crowd of 11,907 rooted him on in the final period as Havlicek closed in on the magic 50-point mark. Judging from the reaction when someone other than John took a shot, it appeared there would be a mass riot if his teammates didn’t start setting him up. The amazing thing about his effort was that he got his points strictly in the flow of the game. “The only time,” said coach Tom Heinsohn, “we ran a specific play for him was for the basket that broke the 50-point mark.”

On that occasion, the team broke out of an inbounds play into their favorite backdoor routine, and Dave Cowens fed John perfectly for an unmolested layup. Havlicek’s reaction to his 54 points was one of expected modesty and credit to his teammates. “I had the opportunity to move and our fast break worked,” Havlicek said. “I have to move without the ball, and tonight my knees felt good. The best since midseason.”

All anyone is going to remember about Havlicek from the Milwaukee championship series is the historic sixth game, the fantastic double overtime Bucks’ victory won by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s corner hook with three seconds left. Until Abdul-Jabbar came up with that amazing shot, the story of the game had been Havlicek.

With the largest television audience in NBA history watching, Havlicek put on one of his greatest clutch shows. He tied the game in the first overtime with a standard hustle play. Milwaukee had the ball and a two-point advantage, but the Celtics stole it back with 13 seconds remaining. The ball came to Hondo, and he took a stop-and-pop jump shot from inside the foul line and missed. But Havlicek kept right on going and got his own rebound. He shot again and tied the score at 90.

It was just setting the stage for the second extra session show in which he scored nine of his team’s 11 points, including two almost incredible baseline turnarounds he somehow lofted over the stretched Abdul-Jabbar. When he swished the second one, it gave the Celtics a 102-101 lead with seven seconds remaining. It seemed inconceivable that somehow fate would not permit him to be a hero after all he had done. Seconds later came the Abdul-Jabbar winning basket.

Havlicek, who has seen hundreds of players come and go in the NBA, was asked to compare the new and the old Celtics and the league’s changing guard.

“The Celtics, new and old, are very different,” says Havlicek. “The difference isn’t only because of Bill Russell. They are just different kinds of players.

“The players today are physically much more talented, but the teams aren’t really as fundamentally good now. They have so much raw talent they are able to get the job done. The values of the players are a lot different now. I’m not trying to downgrade this generation, but I’ve seen both sides and people today don’t work as hard towards the goals we used to work at.

“The Celtics of today get along well. They score as well as the old Celtics, but the defense is not as good. We don’t run many patterns. This is strictly a fastbreak team. We always ran the fastbreak, but then we ran patterns, too.”

During the 1974-75 season, the enduring Havlicek’s 13th, he has lost a bit of his jack-rabbit quickness and some of the bounce out of his knees, but Hondo still played in all 82 regular-season games and still confounded opponents with his unflagging stamina.

Bill Russell, once watching Havlicek demolish the Knicks at Madison Square Garden, said, “The man is crazy. One of these days he will find he can’t do that anymore.”

In response to Russell’s statement, Havlicek laughed and said, ”Yeah, Bill’s right, but I don’t know when it will happen.”

When it does happen, John Havlicek’s No. 17 will be retired, and his number will be placed high in the rafters of the Boston Garden along with those of Bill Russell, Bob Cousy, Sam Jones, K.C. Jones, Satch Sanders, Tom Heinsohn, Bill Sharman, and Frank Ramsey. And someday John Havlicek, the Green Running Machine, will also make it to the Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, Mass.

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The John Havlicek Interview

by Michael D. McClellan
October 28, 2018

You won a national championship while playing alongside four future NBA players: Jerry Lucas, Larry Siegfried, Joe Roberts and Mel Nowell. How were you able to put individual agendas aside and win it all?
We had a great head coach in Fred Taylor, and we played for a program that was known for its winning tradition. Our team chemistry really fed off of those two things. Red was able to accomplish this in Boston, while Fred created that same time of atmosphere at Ohio State. Red had a theory that it’s not what statistics you have that measures your value to the team. Everyone wants to score 25 or 30 points a game and grab 15 or 20 rebounds. But you have to work together to be successful. You have to make sacrifices in your game in order to make the team stronger. That’s the same type of philosophy that Fred adhered to at Ohio State. Sacrifice for the good of the team. Put egos and agendas aside and do what’s necessary to be successful as a team. And with a strong leader like Fred, it was easy for us to play as a cohesive unit. So really, all of the credit goes to Fred for getting us to buy into that philosophy.

Looking back now, what do you remember most about winning the national championship against California?
Two days before the championship game I injured myself in the bathroom at Ohio State. I cut myself on a paper towel dispenser, and I ended up with 10 stitches on the ends of my fingers on my shooting hands. I remember being concerned about the injury and how it would affect my play in the game. The other thing I remember was how good we shot the ball in the first half – I believe we only missed four shots and were up big at halftime. We played extremely well in that game. We were a sophomore dominated group, and many people didn’t think we would go very far that season, let alone reach the title game and then win big.

That 1960 championship team was also known for its academics.
The unusual thing about our team was that we were true student-athletes. Everyone graduated. We had seven guys get masters degrees. Two received Ph. Ds and two received MDs. There was one quarter during the school year that our team GPA was a 3.4. That’s really hard to believe, but true, and I’ll bet that’s an NCAA record. We considered ourselves students first and foremost, and we took a lot of pride in our accomplishments in the classroom. And to a large degree, Fred [Taylor] was the architect of our academic success. Fred told me when he was recruiting me that I was here for an education, and that was going to be number one on my list of priorities. Number two was basketball. Number three was a social life. And after the first two, we all knew that there was not going to be much of a social life [laughs].

Please tell me a little about your coach at Ohio State, the legendary Fred Taylor.
Well, I don’t think I would have gotten anywhere without his tutelage. He shaped me tremendously, and I feel that he was the person most responsible for preparing me to play professional basketball. He stressed the fundamentals, and he stressed defense. Those were the things helped get me into the NBA, and those were the things that kept me there for all of those years. The foundation of my professional basketball career was truly based on what I learned from Fred Taylor.

Coaching great Bob Knight was a teammate on that national championship team. What kind of player was Coach Knight?
Let’s just say that Bobby wasn’t the quickest man on foot [laughs], but defensively he played hard. When you got fouled by Bobby, you knew you had been fouled. He definitely got his money’s worth [laughs]. Bobby played a reserve role and came off the bench quite a bit. He was a shooter, but his calling card was defense. If he’d been allowed to play more minutes he would have just fouled out, he was that aggressive [laughs].

Let’s talk Olympic basketball. Many people were shocked when you failed to make the 1960 Olympic basketball team. What happened?
That was probably the biggest disappointment of my athletic career. I thought I played extremely well during the Olympic trials, and I felt that I deserved to be selected to play on that team. The same argument could be made for my teammate, Larry Siegfried. In my mind, he played well enough to be chosen for that team. The system was a lot different back then. The AAU and NCAA were feuding at the time, and it really became a big political thing after the first team was selected.

You were selected by the Celtics in the first round of the 1962 NBA Draft. Boston had just won its fourth title in five seasons.
I was lucky to be drafted by the Celtics, no question about that. I remember that when I learned that I was drafted by the Celtics, Bob Knight said that that was the greatest thing that could have happened to me because the Celtics played my style of basketball. And like you just mentioned, I wasn’t forced to come in and be a savior or anything like that, because they had a lot of hall of fame players on that team. You did have a Bill Russell, a Cooz, a Sharman, a Sam Jones. You also had Heinsohn and KC [Jones]. You had Frank Ramsey. It made my transition a lot smoother than had I been drafted to play elsewhere. I was able to ease in. I just sort of became a part of that process, where they were using me a little bit here and there, and whatever, and over time it evolved into a bigger and better leadership role for me.

What was it like adjusting to the pro game?
I think the people that you involve yourself with, and who help you along the way, these people all play a part in some sort of design or pattern in what you’re going to become. The same was true with me when I joined the Celtics. Looking back at when I was drafted, in my wildest dreams I didn’t think I’d be able to do what I did during my career with the Celtics. I was able to learn from other people on that team, and you learn from winners like Bill Russell and KC and Sam and Cooz and Ramsey.

Hall of Famer Frank Ramsey was the team’s original Sixth Man. Now here you come, competing for his job. How did he handle that?
When I came to Boston, Ramsey could have felt threatened and could have made life hard on me, but he didn’t. He was the opposite of that. He said, ‘I’m so glad you’re here because you’re going to add two years to my life, because I can’t do it as much as I used to and I’m hoping you’ll step in and help me.’ That was totally different experience from what I expected as a rookie, because when you go to training camp everyone is working to protect their job. They don’t want to see some guy come in and knock them off the team or take away their minutes. It was totally different with the Celtics. It was a secure team, and we embraced each other, and it was a great marriage.

As a rookie, how did you find your niche on team loaded with stars?
Well, one of the things that I knew about Red Auerbach was that he loved defensive players. He understood that defense was what meant the difference between simply reaching the playoffs and winning a championship. If you look at those early Celtics teams that he coached, they were very good on the offensive end but weren’t the best defensively. All of that changed with Bill Russell. When I arrived I knew that Tom Sanders, KC Jones, Russell and Sam Jones were all great defenders. At Ohio State, that was basically my job – to be the defensive stopper. So, I felt then and still feel today that the quickest way into the NBA is to play defense. If you have NBA ability and can play defense you’ll have an opportunity to succeed, because great defenders are never a liability. Offense is all about instinct, and with the great teams that I was on I had an opportunity to find my place on offense as well. I had great hands, which really helped me, and I loved playing with Cousy that one year that we were together because the ball was going to be right where you needed it most of the time. As I started out as a rookie I was playing maybe five minutes a game early in the season. But as I gained more confidence, and as Auerbach gained more confidence in me, I ended the year with about twenty minutes per game, which was about fourth best in the league for rookies. So, that’s how I fit in with the Celtics – I came in, played solid defense, and I worked hard on the offensive end to earn the trust of my coach and teammates.

Were you surprised to be selected by the Celtics?
No, not really. It never hurts to be on a team that is successful, and I knew Red Auerbach often times would draft a person based on the type of program the person was involved with. He was well aware of Ohio State’s program and the success that we’d enjoyed, and he knew the caliber of players we had on those teams. He knew that we had won a national championship, and that we were competing for a championship every year. So there were a lot of good things about me that he took into consideration based on the kind of program that I came from. He knew that if I could contribute at a high level on such a successful team, he figured that I should be able to make the transition to the pros and be able to help the Celtics.

Your rookie season with the Celtics was also the final season for the incomparable Bob Cousy. Even though you only played one season together, what were you able to learn from one of the greatest players in NBA history?
As a rookie, I quickly came to appreciate Cousy’s court vision. I think that was the one thing that I learned from him, and I was able to develop it because Bob Cousy was such a visionary on the floor. I think that you pick up a lot from your teammates. I was never a great ball handler or anything like that, but I tried to never lose sight of the ball at any time while I was on the basketball floor. The other thing is that I had a lot of movement to my game, a constant motion that really challenged defenders on a number of levels. I was never standing around. And that creates a lot of opportunities. Cousy always had the presence of mind to find me in situations where I was able to move and free myself for an open shot. His court vision was unbelievable, and it helped me to see the court better – the passing lanes, the angles, things like that. Those are the things that I took away from my rookie season with Bob Cousy.

You were such a great athlete that the Cleveland Browns also drafted you, intrigued by your potential as a wide receiver. What was it like experimenting with a career in the NFL?
I had decent speed, especially for that era, but it wasn’t great speed. I believe I was timed at 4.6 in the 40-yard dash. That’s slow by today’s standards. Today you have plenty of defensive linemen who run faster than that. But I could catch the ball. I had really good hands. That, and my height, were the things that really caught the Browns’ interest.

Please tell me a little about the Browns’ hall of fame head coach, the late Paul Brown.
Interestingly enough, Paul Brown and I really liked each other. I really appreciated the way he ran things as a coach, the way everything was so precise. He was very meticulous, very detail-oriented, which really matched who I was as a person, so Paul Brown was definitely my kind of coach. I enjoyed my time in a Browns uniform, even though it became clear early on that football wasn’t my strong suit athletically – especially when compared to playing basketball. Brown was very nice about it when he let me go. He knew I had something to go to, that I had a future playing professional basketball. So it really worked out best for everyone involved.

Were you really serious about playing football for the Browns?
I was going to try and play both sports. But the good Lord has a way of playing a part in those types of decisions. I think He made it pretty clear that I was cut out for basketball and not football.

You’ve mentioned the great Bill Russell, and what he meant to turning the Boston Celtics into world champions. Please tell me what it was like to play with Russell.
There was no bigger winner, no better champion in basketball history, than my friend Bill Russell. Russell was the kind of player who never concerned himself with personal goals – he put his team above all else, and in the process he made his teammates better players. If you were a scorer, you were six-to-eight points better because Russell was around. If you were a good defensive player you became a great defensive player, because with Russell hanging around you were able to do things that you weren’t ordinarily able to do. You could take more chances, apply more pressure, knowing that Russell was back there protecting the basket.
Obviously, playing with Russell for all of those years meant that you were going to be in the mix for a championship, and winning those titles were the most important things in my career. Forget about the points, rebounds and assists or whatever, the championships are things that they can’t take away from you, and with Russell being involved, and being involved with him, you always knew that you had a chance. And obviously, eleven championships in thirteen years is quite a remarkable feat, and that’s exactly what Russell accomplished during his career with the Celtics. I was happy – and fortunate – to be on eight championships teams, six of them with Russell.

You followed Ramsey as the next great Sixth Man.
Coming off the bench never bothered me, because basketball is a team game. It takes a total team effort, and it takes everyone buying into their role and playing it to the best of their ability. The sixth man role is very important to a ball club – it was back then, and it is equally as important today. I had confidence in my game, and I knew that I had the ability to start, which is something that evolved over time, but joining a team loaded with talent meant that I would have to wait my turn. We had Tom Heinsohn, Satch Sanders, Frank Ramsey, Jim Loscutoff and Gene Guarilia. All of these guys played the forward position, and all of them had the NBA experience that I lacked as a rookie. So coming off the bench didn’t affect me in a negative way. Like I said, I was confident in my ability to play the game of basketball. Besides, one thing I learned from Red Auerbach was that it’s not who starts the game, but who finishes it, and I generally was around at the finish.

You were involved in one of the greatest plays in NBA history. Take me back to that famous steal in the closing seconds of the 1965 NBA Eastern Conference Finals.
Well, it’s Game 7 against Wilt Chamberlain and the Philadelphia 76ers. We’re up by a point with five seconds to play, 110-109, and we have possession of the basketball. Bill Russell takes the ball out of bounds and hits the guide wire, and Philadelphia immediately regains possession. At this point, everyone was concerned about the ruling because of the guide wire, but we quickly learned that Philadelphia was going to retain possession of the ball.
Red always said that you always needed to figure out some way to find an edge. Some of the things he would come up with were just ridiculous [laughs], but he really drove that into us from the very beginning. So, when I found myself on the court in that situation, I said to myself that the only thing that I could do to get a possible edge, is that when the ball is handed to Hal Greer, who was taking the ball out of bounds, I could actually try to time the pass and have a shot at deflecting or stealing the inbounds pass. I knew that as soon as he was handed the ball that he had five seconds to put in in play. So I counted. One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three…
Most of the time the ball is delivered within the first three seconds. But I get to one thousand four, and the ball hasn’t been inbounded yet. So at that point you’re trying to keep visual contact with the man out of bounds with the ball, and with the person that you’re defending. When I got to four a gave a little look, and it allowed me to see the play develop a little better. Had I had my back to the ball, Hal Greer would have lobbed the ball right over my head. But that little look allowed me to get a better perspective, and it convinced me that I could get a hand on this one. And I got up in front of the ball, and momentarily controlled it before kicking it out to Sam Jones.

Bill Russell acted as player/coach of the Boston Celtics following Red Auerbach’s retirement in 1966. Were you ever interested in coaching?
No, not really. I knew very early on that I wouldn’t enjoy coaching, in large part because I was such a disciplined player. I felt that I was a very coachable player because of that, but that isn’t always the case when it comes to the relationship between the coach and the players. Oftentimes, players don’t get on the same page as the coach, and I would have found that frustrating. I would have been very hard on myself.
The Celtics used to call me about coaching, but they pretty much knew what the answer was going to be, so they finally stopped calling. Whenever the Celtics were changing coaches in the 70’s and 80’s, Red Auerbach would call and say, ‘Okay, for the record, do you want to coach?’ I’d always say, ‘No,’ and then he’d say, ‘Goodbye.’ I think Red knew that coaching wasn’t for me, but he wanted to extend the offer anyway. It was a show of respect on his part. The Celtics were a family, and for the most part he looked within the family when hiring his coaches. Russell, Heinsohn, Satch Sanders, Dave Cowens, KC Jones. Red hired his guys because he trusted them, and he knew that they were going to do their best to help the Celtics win another championship.

You had an up-close view of those great battles between Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain. What stands out in your mind?
It wasn’t a matter of Wilt-versus-Russell with Bill. He would let Wilt score 50 if we won, and there were times when that was the case. The most important things to Bill were championships, rings and winning. He was never after the personal stats. Wilt could raise the level of his game, he could do things that were eye-popping when you reviewed the box score, but he could never figure out how to make his teammates around him better. Bill was always there to win the important possessions, to grab the key rebounds, to make the key blocks, to trigger a key fast breaks. He played a completely different game than Wilt. It was a mental game, a psychological game. And it was a big weapon whenever Bill went up against Wilt, because in Wilt’s mind, Bill already had Wilt’s number. The battle was already won before it ever started. Wilt would never admit it, but Bill knew he was in Wilt’s head. And he used that to his advantage.

What makes the Lakers-Celtics rivalry so special?
Well, it started in the 60s, with all of those great battles in the Finals. Jerry West and all of those guys going up against Bill Russell, Sam Jones and the rest of us. And then you had the Bird-Magic rivalry that increased the intensity to a completely different pitch, because you had two great players who basically saved the league from irrelevance and also took it to a new height. In the nineties you had the Dream Team, with Larry and Magic on the same team, and that added something to it. And then you had a renewal of the rivalry with Paul Pierce and Kobe Bryant going at each other in the Finals. You had Kevin Garnett and Ray Allen going for their first title. You had Paul injuring his knee in that first game, only to come back and win the MVP award while leading the Celtics back to the title.
Today everything has gotten so big. There is some much media coverage, in so many forms. Newspaper, radio, television, the Internet. Those things all help fuel the fire when it comes to great rivalries. I don’t even think there were people who traveled with us when we won some of those early championships [laughs].

The continuity of those great Celtics teams is truly remarkable.
The Celtics always had an older, more experienced person to pass along the team philosophy. Bob Cousy and Bill Sharman were a great backcourt tandem, and they passed that along to KC and Sam [Jones]. Frank Ramsey passed the Sixth Man role to me. Russell retires, and along comes Cowens. It’s just the way we did things, and it was a big part of our success.
With Red, he was very loyal to his players. The first eight or nine years of my career we never even made a trade. We picked people up off of waivers, but Red had this ability to see a player, and see the talent that he had, and basically mold that individuals talent into a team effort. It wasn’t who scored the most points, or who did this or that. He always said it was about your value to the team. And everyone had a certain value. As I mentioned before, Tom Sanders and KC Jones were great defensive players. Of course there’s no one like Bill Russell. He was the guy who made the Celtics great.

During your Celtics career you played for Red Auerbach, Bill Russell and Tom Heinsohn. What did these men have in common, and how were they different?
Red Auerbach was a person who was able to motivate people, and I think that this was probably his strongest asset. Red had a situation where he could yell at people a little bit and get away with it. He was intense. What made him so smart was that he knew which players he could yell at and which ones he shouldn’t. He yelled at Tommy quite a bit, but you didn’t see him doing those types of things to Bob Cousy.
With Russ, I knew that we were going to have basically the same system, and also pretty much have the same core group of players. I think Russ’s biggest adjustment as coach came with cutting players in training camp, because cutting players was something that he really didn’t like to do.
Tommy was totally different that Red and Russ – he was far more relational with his players. When I was a player, Tommy and I were roommates, and we used to call him the social director because he knew where all of the good restaurants and movie houses were at the time. Didn’t matter what city, Tommy always had those types of things figured out. Suddenly I find him as my coach, and all of a sudden all of these things have restrictions and limits to them [laughs]. But Tommy was the right man for the job of rebuilding the Celtics after Russ and Sam Jones retired. I think he was more patient than Russ or Red would have been, which was crucial since he inherited such a young club.

You won six championships playing alongside Bill Russell, and following his retirement the Celtics were in a rebuilding mode. How difficult a period was this for you?
Well, it was really quite difficult for me, and I was short-tempered a lot of the time. During my first seven seasons we had veteran teams, and I was really the kid on those teams. Suddenly everything was flip-flopped; I was the old man on a team loaded with young players. When all of the rookies came in, I can recall the first exhibition game we played in 1970. You had Dave Cowens, Jo Jo White, Don Chaney and Garfield Smith on the court with me. The referee turns and looks at me, and asks if this is really the Boston Celtics on the floor [laughs].
Rookies and younger players are going to go out there and make mistakes, and that’s exactly what happened. I tried my best to help them get over these rough spots, but I really had a hard time with it. That’s why I don’t think I could have ever been a coach.

The 1972-73 Boston Celtics posted the best regular season record in team history, going 68-14 and looking like a slam dunk to win the NBA Championship. All of that changed during the Eastern Conference Finals against the New York Knicks. What happened?
I thought all year long that we would win the championship. We won 68 games during the regular season, had the best record in the NBA, and heading into the playoffs I thought we were playing with tremendous confidence and momentum. We won our first round series against the Atlanta Hawks, and really didn’t have much trouble in that series against them. Three of our wins were blowouts. Unfortunately, I separated my shoulder during the series with the Knicks, and it became an issue. The injury kept me out of a key game that we lost in double overtime. I thought that ’72-’73 was going to be our year, but the shoulder injury just devastated the whole thing. Injuries are an important factor in any championship run. You have to be fortunate not to lose players or have people laid up, because if you do then it is going to take something away from the team. Suddenly you’re not as deep, the rotation is different, the combinations aren’t the same, the chemistry might not be what is was before the injury. That’s what happened to us. We didn’t have the same confidence, and everything was suddenly a lot more difficult. Credit goes to the Knicks for beating us. They capitalized on the injury and beat us in seven games.

By 1974 the rebuilding was complete – the Boston Celtics were world champions once again, defeating the Milwaukee Bucks in a thrilling seven game series.
That particular championship was probably the one I enjoyed the most, because it was probably the one that I played the best in. I can recall that double-overtime game when Don Chaney deflected the ball and I ran down the court – there were fifteen seconds left on the clock, and Heinsohn was calling timeout. Well, I shot the ball, followed the miss and put it back up and in the basket as time expired. That sent the game into double-overtime. I hit three shots in the period, we were up 99-98, but then Mickey Davis hits a big shot to take the lead. We ran a play with time winding down, and I make a shot on the baseline to put us back up by one. The Bucks responded by running a play for Kareem [Abdul-Jabbar], and he hit that famous hook shoot along the baseline as time expired to beat us on our home floor.
Many people came up to me after the game and said that I didn’t look like the same person who started the game. I can understand that, because I played 58 minutes, and it was a grueling experience. But I was prepared to continue, and to play as long as it took to win that game. Unfortunately we lost it, which meant that we had to travel to Milwaukee for Game 7. We were determined to win that game, and that’s exactly what we did. It was an unbelievable feeling.

That 1976 title would be your last, and the eighth time that you would walk off of the floor as an NBA champion. Did winning ever get old for you?
Winning never gets old. It only gets old if you lose, and that’s what made it so special to play for the Celtics. The organization was committed to wining, and this started with [team founder and original owner] Walter Brown, and was reinforced daily by Red Auerbach. Those two men created a winning atmosphere within the Celtics organization, and this made it easy for the players to put team success ahead of individual accomplishments. If you look at any of those great championship teams, you’ll see players who could have easily put up big numbers on lesser teams elsewhere. But we were interested in team goals. Winning championships never got old to any of us.

Your career in Boston spanned two distinct eras – the Bill Russell Dynasty of the 1960s, and the Dave Cowens Era of the 1970s. What was it like to be part of both periods in Boston Celtics history?
When you have the greatest defensive player in the history of basketball anchoring your team, everything is going to be predicated on defense. Defensively, Russell revolutionized the game. He could dominate without scoring a point. You also had KC Jones on those teams, you had Satch Sanders. Great defensive players. But as we moved into the 70s, we shifted the emphasis from defense to offense. Again, Russell was the greatest defensive center the game has ever known. Dave Cowens couldn’t come in and take the place of Russell, at least not by trying to imitate him. Cowens had to play the game to his strengths. He was a better shooter than Russell. KC was a great defensive player. Jo Jo White was a better shooter. I was counted on more to carry the scoring burden on those later teams. So we were much more offensively oriented during the 70s. But make no mistake, those Russell teams could also score – as obvious as it sounds, you have to be able to outscore your opponent to win a game, and we won more than our share during the 60s.

Your conditioning and fitness levels were the stuff of legend. Over the course of your career you ran countless defenders ragged trying to keep up with you.
Running was a very important part of my game, no question about it. And I knew from the first time I played a basketball game that the toughest guy to score on was the guy who kept after me all the time, nose-to-nose, basket-to-basket, on every single possession. So I stayed in motion, and I used the constant movement to my advantage. I also knew that the opposite was also true. The toughest guy to defend against was the guy who kept running. The guy who never let up, never stopped moving, never let you relax. I knew that I could be successful doing those types of things, and that over the course of a game it would wear down the guy guarding me and open up valuable scoring opportunities late in the fourth quarter. Those were the types of advantages that I wanted to have, especially in the close games. If you were in better shape than the man guarding you, you could take advantage of the fatigue factor. That’s the edge I wanted to have.

Final Question: If you could offer one piece of advice on life to others, what would that be?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Never give up. I had hundreds of shots blocked during my career, but I always focused on making the next shot. You’ve got to take chances, and you can’t dwell on the negatives.

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JH

The Green Running Machine

by John Underwood
October 28, 1974

When John Havlicek was a rookie Boston Celtic, one of the most important second-string players on the Boston team was Jim Loscutoff, the National Basketball Association equivalent of a middle linebacker. Loscutoff was sometimes called “The Enforcer.” In the first scrimmage of that 1962 training camp at Babson Institute in Wellesley, Loscutoff introduced Havlicek to the realities of a noncontact sport. The more noncontact Havlicek had with Loscutoff, the closer he figured he was coming to the emergency ward at Massachusetts General. Loscutoff outweighed him by 25 pounds, and was not disposed to coddle. The shoe rubber, Havlicek recalls, was screeching on every play.

Rookie Havlicek responded to this intimidation by running. He ran veteran Loscutoff into the floor, as surely as if he were a 10-penny nail. It is a style peculiar to Havlicek and, since it requires the physiology of an Arabian saddle horse, impossible to imitate. Havlicek runs and runs (scoring, rebounding, defending tenaciously, making key passes, setting up plays), and when his opponent begins to go under, he runs some more.

“Hey, you’re crazy,” panted Loscutoff as they lined up during a free-throw lull. “Nobody runs like that. Slow down.”

Havlicek explained that he was not an unreasonable man, and that if he was making Loscutoff look bad, he had a solution.

“Quit pushing me around,” he said, “and I’ll quit running so hard.” The compromise at least saved Loscutoff from an early swoon, but it has not saved the rest of the NBA from Havlicek in these intervening 12 years. Red Auerbach, then the Boston coach and now its president and general manager, remembers that first scrimmage, and having thought, “Oh, have I got something here. Are they going to think I’m smart!”

Smart Red had drafted Havlicek off the Ohio State campus at a time when his Celtic team was a philharmonic of Cousys, Heinsohns, Russells and Joneses. Eventually Red relinquished the baton to Russell, and the blend was altered to include Sanders, Nelson and Howell. Then Russell, too, turned it over, this time to Heinsohn, and the empty chairs were filled by a brassier medley of Cowens, Chaney and Jo Jo White. And always the insatiable Celtics won—well, seven out of 12 NBA championships is almost always—and always there was Havlicek.

Then at an age (34) when he was at last showing some faint signs of breaking into a sweat, Havlicek emerged last winter into total light as the physical, spiritual and appointed leader of the Celtics in their seven-game championship decision over the Milwaukee Bucks. Havlicek was named Most Valuable Player in the series.

The vote was academic. A case could have been made that Havlicek was more like Most Valuable in the Game Today. Or the Best Athlete the NBA has ever had—which would rank him right up there universally because few other sports demand anywhere near as much of an athlete as pro basketball.

Pshaw, you say. How can that be? How can such things be said of a guy who doesn’t shoot as well as the best, isn’t strong enough to smother a backboard, doesn’t have breathtaking speed, can’t dribble behind his back and isn’t 7 feet tall? How can that be as long as Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is alive and living on the basket rim?

There is no arguing Abdul-Jabbar’s preeminence. Basketball is a game divided between centers and other fellows, and the best big man will get the franchise owner’s vote. The best centers are called “dominant forces.” Abdul-Jabbar, as the reigning dominant force, follows the skyline of George Mikan, Russell and Wilt Chamberlain. But inevitably he will make way for another. Already there are pretenders: a redhead named Walton in Portland and an adolescent named Moses in Utah. It is only a matter of time.

But it is altogether unlikely that you will ever see another Havlicek. The dimension John Havlicek has brought to basketball is entirely and uniquely his own, and it will probably go with him once he finally winds down. At that time Geoff Petrie of the Portland Trail Blazers would like to have them “take his body apart and see what’s in it.”

The record books are not conclusive on the subject of Havlicek: 20,814 career points represent an alltime Celtic high, but a lot of guys can put a ball in a basket. Furthermore, Havlicek does not fit any of the grooves: he plays two positions—forward and guard—not just one. Sometimes he plays them alternately during a game, sometimes interchangeably as a fill-in, though it has been a while since he was known as the Celtics’ “sixth man.”

The 6’5″ Havlicek is what is known in the NBA as a “tweener,” an in-between-size player, usually too slow for guard and too small for forward, ff you have basketball in mind, a tweener is not what you want to grow up to be. Havlicek has managed to breach the definition. His play is fast enough for the guards, big enough for the forwards.

“He is the best all-around player I ever saw,” says Bill Russell simply. As a forward “he may be the best in the league right now,” says Bill Sharman, the Lakers’ coach. “The toughest in the league to cover,” says Bullet Forward Mike Riordan. As a guard, says Jon McGlocklin of the Bucks, “he’s right on your shirt whether you’re five feet from the basket or 20. He’s harder to get shots on than anybody.” “He plays bigger than 6’5″,” says Jerry West, late of the Lakers. (“Right,” says Havlicek. “I’m actually 6’51”. I think I’m still growing.”) “A road runner,” says Laker General Manager Pete Newell, “taking you through every ditch, every irrigation canal, barbed-wire fence and cattle guard. You’ve had a trip over the plains when you’ve played him for a night.”

There are a lot of fine shooters I around,” says Al Attles, the Warriors’ coach, “but when it gets right down to taking that big shot, the one that really means something, they’re off in a corner somewhere.” “He’ll not only take it,” says Sam Lacey of the Kings, “he wants it.”

If you gauged worth by pure skill, a veteran basketball observer believes, “Havlicek would not rate in the top five. But if you were playing for a million bucks, he’d be in the top two.” Jerry West, a less practical jurist, says: “Superstar is a bad word. In our league people look at players, watch them dribble between their legs, watch them make spectacular plays, and they say, ‘There’s a superstar.’ Well, John Havlicek is a superstar, and most of the others are figments of writers’ imaginations.”

It would be reassuring for those who become melted butter in his wake to believe that Havlicek is some kind of genetic fluke who grew into a large pair of lungs connected to a long pair of legbones, the whole held together by wire, rubber and whipcord. But in Havlicek’s case his particular style was charted by him as surely as if it were a sea voyage. The pivotal moment occurred during his sophomore year at Ohio State, when he was growing in the shadow of Jerry Lucas, just as he would later live in Bill Russell’s more encompassing one in Boston.

For the record, Havlicek was born in Martins Ferry in the athlete-rich Ohio Valley, raised on the West Virginia line in rural Lansing, Ohio (pop. 1,000) and schooled in nearby Bridgeport. He was the second son of an immigrant Czechoslovakian butcher, Frank Havlicek, who, until he died last year, never lost his accent and believed soccer was the only sport. While mother and father tended the Havlicek stores John became a prime item at Bridgeport High, his names—Yunch, Boola, Big John, Mr. Clean—on everyone’s lips. He never met a sport he didn’t like. In baseball he hit .440, and teammate Phil Niekro, now with the Atlanta Braves, says he would have been a cinch big-leaguer.

As a 6’3″, 180-pound quarterback, Havlicek was not only the class of the Bridgeport football team but also most of its size. He could throw a football 80 yards, but never had time to because his guards and tackles weighed 130 pounds. To compensate he got to be so good running the split-T option that twice in one game officials blew the ball dead because they couldn’t find it.

Of such stuff legends are made, of course, and responsible people enjoy nurturing them. Red Auerbach says he once asked John how far he could swim, having seen him knifing through a motel pool. Red says John replied, “I don’t know, it’s just like walking to me.” There are similar stories about Havlicek hefting a tennis racket for the first time and winning a class tournament at Ohio State, and about his picking up a foil and performing like Douglas Fairbanks. Havlicek laughs them off. Basketball was his best and true love, and he had no illusions about how he had to play it, even as a high-schooler. “It’s true I’m not a shooter,” he says, “not the way Sam Jones was or Jon McGlocklin. I never had their touch. I learned to score by taking advantage of every opening.” He found early on that when confronted with taller players he could “lean back and throw it up, then run get the rebound and put it in.” Sooner or later he always put it in. After Havlicek scored 28 of his team’s 31 points in one game, the rival coach told the Bridgeport coach he knew how to stop Havlicek. “Put three men on him man-to-man, and play the other two in a zone under the basket,” he said. “And every time he gets near the ball complain to the referees that they’re favoring him.”

Old-worlder Frank Havlicek rarely saw John play anything, never having gotten over soccer, but Mrs. Havlicek became a devotee. She harbored a mother’s qualms about John playing football, though the football scouts came after him in droves. She found a sympathetic ear in Fred Taylor, the Ohio State basketball coach. Taylor has never been overly fond of what he still calls “oblong ball.” “Mrs. Havlicek,” he told her, “if you don’t want John to play football, then he’ll play it over my dead body.”

Even that might have been arranged at Ohio State, because Woody Hayes himself wanted Havlicek. John told Hayes he didn’t think he could hack basketball, baseball, football and the books, too, and he had a mind to play basketball and baseball. “How do you know until you try?” replied Hayes.

But Woody finally relented, and he told Havlicek he was the kind of boy they wanted at Ohio State “even if you don’t play football. So come on, and I won’t bother you again.” And Hayes didn’t, says John. His assistant coaches did. For the next four years they scattered hints like rose petals every time John passed by. Hayes himself was just slightly more subtle. He would introduce Havlicek to his football recruits as “the best quarterback in the Big Ten who isn’t playing.”

The 1960 Ohio State basketball team was the NCAA champion, led primarily by sophomores—Jerry Lucas, Mel Nowell and John Havlicek. It was just before that season began that Havlicek came unilaterally to the conclusion that very likely made his career.

He walked into Coach Taylor’s office, as Taylor recalls, and respectfully informed him there was “only one basketball, and you’ve got plenty of guys who can shoot it. I’m going to make this team on the other end of the floor.”

“At the time,” says Taylor, “we were trying to sell our kids on defense. Defense is hard to sell, but here was John literally jumping at the chance. I never saw anything like it. And of course I never saw anything like John. By midseason I was usually assigning him to the opposition’s best player automatically, whether it was a frontcourt man or a backcourt man.”

In his three years, during which Ohio State won one NCAA championship and lost two in the finals, Havlicek drew them all: Lenny Chappel of Wake Forest, Terry Dischinger of Purdue, Cotton Nash of Kentucky. “We even put him on a couple of centers,” says Taylor. “He’d get upset if he didn’t think he was guarding the best.”

And Havlicek himself made a discovery: “I knew from the first time I played this game that the toughest guy to score on was the guy who kept after me all the time, nose-to-nose, basket-to-basket. The opposite is also true. The toughest guy to defend against is the guy who keeps running. Who never lets up. Never lets you relax. Who sneaks one in on you the first time you drag your feet. I never worried about the physical part, killing myself running or anything like that. I read once where a doctor said you’d pass out before you did any real damage. I never passed out.”

Dervishes are an ascetic order, and so are stoics, and Havlicek is one of those, too. Shy, self-disciplining (he punishes himself for athletic failures by running great distances or denying himself Cokes), a noncomplainer. He played hurt, and still does. In a 1973 semifinal series with the Knicks he played three games with a partially separated shoulder, his right arm virtually useless at his side. Against Los Angeles in the 1969 finals he played with an eye swollen shut by an accidental gouging. “I don’t think you should mind a little pain if you’re paid to play,” he says.

In that 1960 NCAA championship he played with a severely cut middle finger on his right (shooting) hand. Taylor remembers a time when John’s knee was in such pain from strained ligaments that he finally consented to try an elaborate homemade brace the trainer called an “octopus.” When Havlicek appeared on the practice floor his teammates whooped at the contraption, and John retreated to the training room. “I can’t wear this thing,” he said. “Take it off. It’s embarrassing.”

Havlicek was also quietly self-effacing about scoring, and Taylor finally suggested that John might want to take a shot himself now and then. He had been averaging no more than six or eight points a game. There followed a game in which Havlicek led the Buckeyes in scoring. When an astonished teammate asked what had gotten into him, Havlicek said, “Coach told me to.” In his All-America senior year Havlicek led Ohio State in scoring seven times. He was voted team captain on all ballots but his own, which he cast for Lucas.

Having played no football at Ohio State, Havlicek was nonetheless drafted by Paul Brown of the Cleveland Browns in the seventh round of 1962. In all, five NFL clubs sent him feeler letters.

Havlicek was drafted by the Celtics, too, in the NBA’s first round, but in those days basketball owners were throwing dollar bills around as if they were hatch-covers. The Celtics’ original offer was $9,500, with no bonus—”your bonus will be the playoff money,” Havlicek was told. Unbeknownst to Havlicek, Taylor called Celtic Owner Walter Brown to plead for a better deal. “You college coaches are all alike,” said Brown, “always thinking your player is worth more.” “Mr. Brown,” replied Taylor, “the NBA never had a player worth more than this one.”

The offer was raised to $15,000, which equaled that from the Browns, except that the Browns agreed to throw in an Impala convertible. Not having satisfied an itch to try football at a level where the tackles weighed more than 130 pounds, Havlicek gathered up the keys to the convertible and reported to the Cleveland camp.

“On the first day, at the first meal, I loaded up my tray and took a seat by myself,” he says. “I wasn’t planning on doing much talking anyway, and I’d heard about the things they did to rookies in the NFL. Suddenly I began to hear these barking and growling noises, like they were maybe directed at me. But when I looked up there was this guy with two T-bone steaks on his plate. He was eating them raw. I thought, ‘Boy, this football is going to be tough.’ “

As a 6’5″, 205-pound wide receiver, Havlicek was called “The Spear” by the Browns. He ran the 40-yard sprints in 4.6 seconds and, he says, “caught the ball as well as anyone in camp, but the team was loaded with fine receivers—Gary Collins, Bobby Crespino, Ray Renfro. And there was a lot I didn’t know about blocking.”

Against the Steelers in the second exhibition, at Municipal Stadium, Brown sent Havlicek in. “The crowd gave me a big hand,” he says. “They were curious to see if a basketball player could play football. Somehow I made my block, on the cornerback, I think. A perfect block. Jim Brown ran a sweep 48 yards to the Pittsburgh two.

“Somebody in the huddle said, ‘O.K., Spear, do it again.’ I was feeling pretty good. This time it was an off-tackle play. I lined up looking into the face of Big Daddy Lipscomb. When they peeled everybody off the pile I was the bottom, my shoulder pads twisted around and the part of my helmet that was supposed to be over my ear was jammed against my nose. I said to myself, ‘Boy, this football is tough.’ “

Havlicek was the last receiver to be cut by Brown. “I liked Brown,” says Havlicek, “the way he ran things, the way everything was so precise. My kind of coach. He was very nice about it when he let me go. He seemed to know I had something to go to.”

Red Auerbach once said, “John Havlicek is what I always thought a Celtic should be.” A rival player, Jim Washington of the Hawks, perceives a more spiritual relationship. John Havlicek, says Washington, is what the Celtics have become. “They are one and the same,” says Washington. “He gives them leadership and inspiration, and their style of play is his style. It is a rare, beautiful thing.”

Late this summer, before the Celtics opened their training camp, Havlicek was back in Ohio. Early one sunny afternoon, he turned his Jeep Wagoneer out of the drive of the four-bedroom maple-shaded brick house in Wellington Woods, a suburb of Columbus, and headed out for some errand-hopping prior to an afternoon golfing date and an evening banquet to be held in his honor in downtown Columbus. “Actually,” he said, “it’s for the Children’s Hospital. I’m just a reason to get people there.” The Jeep had been the automobile of his choice for winning the MVP award. Its mates in the Havlicek garage were a bottle-green Cadillac convertible, an Audi and a Honda Trail 70 that had only 29 miles on it because all he uses it for is to take mini-rides around the neighborhood with his 4-year-old son Chris snuggled against his chest.

“I identify with the Jeep,” said Havlicek, turning into Olentangy Road. “You know, I could do this every day the rest of my life—play golf, fish, play tennis. Loaf around in these.” He pulled at the striped beach shirt he was wearing with the faded jeans and a scuffed pair of Adidas sneakers without socks. His hair was longer than it used to be, a concession to style, he said, and to his wife’s wishes.

He said it had not been that difficult to adjust his son-of-a-butcher’s tastes to his conspicuous success (his salary alone, as the highest-paid Celtic, is $200,000-plus). “We do not try to run up a lot of material things,” he said. The Havlicek homes in Ohio and in suburban Melrose outside Boston are tidy and attractive, but not pretentious; no swimming pools, no fancy rec rooms. Beth Havlicek, his college sweetheart, is a pretty girl with cornsilk hair and startling blue eyes. She has kept her cheerleader’s figure through two pregnancies (they have Chris and a daughter, Jill, who is one year old) by engaging John in a continuous round of shared activities. Beth took up tennis and golf for him, John took up skiing and horseback riding for her.

Havlicek made a grocery stop, then drove past the International Manufacturing and Marketing Corporation, a small but growing ($1 million assets) manufacturer’s rep of which John is vice-president. Under its aegis there is an expanding Havlicek line of sporting goods—five signatured items to date and, coming soon, a John Havlicek basketball game that is played like darts and will retail for $15. The president of IMM wants John to quit playing basketball and run the business full time. John said he told him that as long as he was in the shape he’s in he’d forgo the opportunity for a full-time desk job.

He patted his unabundant stomach. “I’m down to 193 now, but it’s not unusual,” he said. “I always lose in the off-season. I don’t go for sweets, and I don’t drink much, and in the off-season I run around so much that I don’t pay much attention to eating. Once we go to camp I’ll go to four meals a day, meat and potatoes, and be up to 205 in no time.”

He said he could remember that first Celtic camp as if it were yesterday. “I was absorbed right away. There was no trial period, no feeling out. Red never took a lot of guys to camp, and the old Celtics knew what to expect. All Red did was motivate ‘em. They’d all been champions either in college or as pros, and they never thought they should ever lose a game.

“The first year, Frank Ramsey and I divided playing time. Ramsey was near retirement, but he was still great. We were close. That’s when I first got to be called the ‘sixth man,’ Red said, ‘It doesn’t matter who starts, it’s who finishes.’ I wanted to finish. I’ve always taken pride in the ability to play guard and forward. No one else has really done it. Ordinarily a sixth man can handle the offense at either position, but the defense gets him. A guard can’t always pin a good forward in the corner, a forward can’t stay with a guard up and down court. My defensive background made it easier.

“To Red the idea of a team having character was as important as anything else. He was gruff and tough, but he transmitted something. The Celtics have always had a unity, a feeling for each other. On my first day in Boston, Bill Russell took me all over town to help me find a stereo. The biggest name in basketball. And I was a rookie. There were no factions, no personality conflicts that lasted very long, no black and white problems. There was no scuttlebutt, no rumors. It must have been rough on the Boston writers.

When Russell left as coach, I went from being the youth of the Celtics to the old man. K.C. Jones was gone…Sam…the next year, Bailey Howell. Nelson, Satch Sanders and I were the only vets left. People said, ‘Are these the Celtics?’ For a long while I didn’t think so. A lot of young players today don’t want to learn fundamentals, they don’t want to feed, block out, learn the plays. They have so much physical ability they try to take shortcuts. Well, I don’t want to be on a team that is fundamentally unsound. And that’s the way we seemed to be heading.

“In one game we set up two out-of-bound plays, actually called time-out to set them up. On the first one, the in-bounds pass was thrown to the wrong man. On the second the center lined up wrong. I couldn’t believe it. I doubt I’d done it before, but I came back to the bench screaming, and I had more to say in the locker room. Afterward I told a writer it was the dumbest team I’d ever been associated with. I said we had seven simple plays, and if a guy comes into this league making $20,000 and can’t learn seven simple plays, then he doesn’t deserve to be paid. The funny thing about it was we won the game.”

Heinsohn, his old roommate in the ’60s, gave Havlicek carte blanche to do and say what he pleased but Havlicek said he’d already figured it out. “I had a responsibility to pass on the Celtic tradition, to instill it if I could. I didn’t have to be told.

“The difference on the floor, compared with the old Celtics, is that we’ve shifted the emphasis from defense to offense. Russell was the greatest defensive center the game has ever known. Dave Cowens can’t be a Russell, but he’s a better shooter. K.C. was a great defensive player. Jo Jo’s a better shooter. I’m counted on now more for scoring than I was. Sure, I want the ball in a tight situation. I feel I know more what I can do, and I’m not bothered if I miss. As long as you know it’s the best you could have done, you should not second-guess a shot.

“The maturity we reached last year was remarkable considering how short a time we had had to rebuild. I could see it in the playoff series with Milwaukee, the very first game. We knew what we had to do, we did it. We played tough defense, made Oscar [Robertson] keep the ball as long as possible, get the time down to 18 seconds or so before he could get the ball to Jabbar. Let Jabbar have his 50 points. One guy won’t beat us.”

Havlicek steered the Jeep back into his driveway, turned off the key and settled back in the seat. “I’ve got two years on my contract,” he said. “You never know how you’re going to feel, so I’m not ruling out anything. This is a good business and I like it, but I’m going to play as long as I can play well. I’ll know. I’m not as fast as I was. I’m not as reckless on defense, partly because I’m smarter, partly because I’m called on more offensively. Partly because I’m older.”

That afternoon Havlicek drove his Jeep to play golf with his old Ohio State teammates Bobby Knight, now head coach at Indiana, and Gary Gearhart, who sells class rings in Columbus. Since Havlicek has not yet taken golf seriously, he suffered what would have been damage to his ego had he not been having so much fun. Only Knight really suffered. On the 12th hole he hit nine consecutive balls into the water. Havlicek and Gearhart tried to stifle their giggles.

“No wonder you can’t do anything,” said Havlicek, hefting a club from Knight’s bag. “These look like the covers of Mason jars.”

“My salary,” said Knight acidly, “is not dependent on my purring this hole.”

Their carts side by side on the next fairway, Knight looked over at the grinning Havlicek and shook his head.

“Greatest guy in the world. And he’s always been the same, from the beginning. Except now he’s rich.”

“You’d be surprised how naive we were,” said Gearhart. “John especially. Didn’t smoke, barely drank, probably never cut a class.”

“I had to study,” said Havlicek. “There were so many of you smart guys around I sure didn’t want to be the dumb one.”

“The wildest thing we did was go to the movies on Saturday night and throw peanuts around,” said Gearhart. “Lucas wouldn’t go with us. Havlicek would, but once inside he’d move away.”

“It would be embarrassing to get arrested for throwing peanuts,” said Havlicek.

“The fact is you were too cheap to buy them,” said Knight.

“Thrifty,” said Havlicek.

Havlicek’s next tee shot, a resounding whack, split the fairway and was past them all.

“Watch how I did that,” he said. “I never hit it the same way twice.”

Clank. Havlicek’s second shot, like a stricken toy plane, dived erratically into the left rough. John waved at it.

“In my opinion,” said Knight, “John Havlicek is the greatest basketball player who ever lived, bar none. I’m not saying he has more ability, I’m saying he’s the greatest player, because he can beat you so many ways, and nobody, nobody goes as hard for as long as he does.”

Bonk. Havlicek’s third shot, struggling to get airborne and out of the rough, hit a tree and caromed off into a sand trap. “My game,” said Havlicek, “has gotten itself together.”

“How can the world’s greatest athlete be so bad at golf?” asked Gearhart.

Schlump. Kerplop. Havlicek’s sand shot took off nicely but landed in a pond by the green. Havlicek raised his club into the air as if it were a standard.

“I’ll tell you a story,” said Knight. “At Indiana we were playing Providence after we’d lost in the NCAA semifinals. Playing for third place. John suddenly appeared at our team meal. He went around introducing himself, as if my players did not know who he was. Then he told them, ‘You have to play for third place tonight. It’s the best you can do. So you should do your best.’ Later, after we won easily, a writer asked me how I got ‘em so keyed up for a third-place game. I said I hadn’t.”

At the Havlicek banquet that night the menu included Boston Celtic parfait, and a group of ladies in green and white uniforms who called themselves the “Havlicettes” sang a medley of Havlicek, Super Celtic Handy and Give John’s Regards to the Buckeyes. There were film clips of key games and TV commercials John had made—Diet Rite among them—and a nostalgic reel or two of his wedding. Perhaps accidentally, the pictures of his high school football games came on the screen upside down.

People influential in Havlicek’s life got up to pay him tribute. His old high school coach told the audience that whenever he sees John on TV “I tell my son, “That’s John Havlicek. I coached him.’ It’s the greatest honor I could have.” Fred Taylor said that Havlicek was probably the only man in Ohio who could bring such a crowd together “on the eve of oblong ball season.” Bobby Knight said he wished he had Havlicek’s money. When John’s mother was called on to be recognized from the floor, John, on the podium, stood up and the audience followed. Mrs. Havlicek’s blush could be seen across the room.

Then the occasion himself came to the microphone. He said in his familiar, pleasing baritone that it was “hard for me to accept compliments very well,” and that the only reason he was there was that there were children who needed help. After that he and Beth passed out the door prizes—balls, posters, etc.—that John himself had donated.

When it was over and the dance band was whipping up a rock tune, Knight and a small knot of old Ohio State players and friends gathered around Fred Taylor near the podium. Taylor said he had called Havlicek after the final NBA championship game with Milwaukee. “I got him out of the shower. He said, ‘Fred, it’s the only time I ever won anything by myself,’ meaning without a Lucas or a Russell to take the spotlight. I said, “John, you’ve been winning all your life.”

“You know, I had a call just the other day, one that I seem to get all the time. The guy said, ‘Fred, I have a prospect for you. He’s another John Havlicek.’ I stopped him right there. I said, ‘Don’t ever tell me that. There’s no such thing. There’s only one.’ “

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Classic SI Photos of John Havlicek:

http://www.si.com/nba/photos/2015/04/08/classic-si-photos-john-havlicek

Iron John

by Bob Ryan
August 24, 2006

He could have played with Larry Bird, you know.

John “Hondo” Havlicek would have been 39, but so what? He didn’t quit because he could no longer play. He retired from basketball in ’78 because he didn’t like going to work everyday any longer.

He had been used to teammates like Bill Russell and Dave Cowens, and by the ’77-78 season, he was saddled with the likes of Sidney Wicks and Curtis Rowe. Part of the deal for him was living the life; when the life became a drag, he thought it was time to say good-bye. But if he had really known what Larry Bird was going to be all about, well, who knows? He could have played until he was 40 or 41 and told the grandchildren that he had played with both Bob Cousy and Larry Bird. He would have been the linkage for 41 years of Boston Celtics, and NBA, history. As it was, he didn’t miss by much. He scored 29 points in his dramatic final game, averaged 16.1 points per game for the season—no surprise, because, as you’ve already heard, the man could still play.

Playing with Bird would have been fun, and to some degree it would have represented a full circle. It would have borne some similarity to playing with Cousy, which Havlicek did in The Cooz’s final season. “All I did offensively in my rookie year,” Hondo once said, “was run around and make lay-ups on passes from Cousy.” He could have gotten passes from Bird in much the same way, and he knew it.

Of course, the truth is that he did play with Bird and against him. It’s just that the public was not privileged to bear witness to the annual April 8th ritual of the late 70’s and early 80’s. April 8th is Havlicek’s birthday, and every year, then-coach Bill Fitch took full advantage of the opportunity to bring Havlicek in for a workout with his team. At ages 39, 40, 41, and beyond, Havlicek demonstrated that he could still play. A terminally-awful left knee ended all that, but not before the point had been made to youngsters who might not have fully appreciated that John Havlicek remains one of the handful of greatest basketball players who ever lived.

It was fashionable in his time to anoint either Oscar Robertson or Jerry West as the game’s best all-around player, and in the early days there was also plenty of sentiment for Elgin Baylor. Havlicek was regarded as the game’s pre-eminent sixth man, no more—until he stopped being a sixth man and became the Bionic Man.

The fact that Havlicek was not a full-time starter during the first seven years he spent with the Celtics was utterly irrelevant. As legendary coach Red Auerbach was forever fond of saying, “It’s not who starts the game, it’s who finishes it.” And Auerbach knew what he had right from the start: as a rookie in ’62-63, Havlicek was third on the champion Celtics in minutes played. The next he advanced to second. And when it got to be what Magic Johnson called “Winnin’ Time,” Havlicek was on the floor, because he was one of the truly rare offensive players of note who is just as good on defense. Or maybe the other way around.

He did not exactly arrive in Boston amid great fanfare. Even though he had been a first-time All-American at Ohio State, Havlicek wasn’t even the most publicized player on his own team. That honor belonged to Jerry Lucas, a megastar in high school who was the acknowledged star of a Buckeye team that won the NCAA title in ’60 and finished second to Cincinnati in each of the next two years. Havlicek was the other guy.

He was the last man taken in the first round of the ’62 draft, and before he presented himself for Auerbach’s summertime inspection, he stopped in Cleveland to try out for the NFL Browns. They had drafted him as a quarterback even though he had not played since high school, but when he reported to their camp he was almost immediately converted into a wide receiver, a position he had never played. He performed in exhibition games and very likely could have made a weaker club. As it was, he was cut in favor of Gary Collins, a name any good football fan must recognize.

At 6-5 and around 210 pounds, John Havlicek had an ideally adaptable athletic body. His hands were large and exceptionally strong. He was amazingly flexible. And then there was that stamina.

That gift.

Other people got tired when they ran. John Havlicek didn’t. He attributed his exceptional stamina to his rural upbringing. He had grown up in the southeastern Ohio town of Lansing, where there wasn’t much to do besides play sports and play in the surrounding hills. Havlicek didn’t ride in a car—he ran from place to place. He didn’t bike. He ran. Everywhere. All the time. Just a way of life.

Of course, there was also the matter of the lungs. Jumbo-sized lungs so big they could not fit on a single X-ray plate. Havlicek always needed one and a half. True story.

John Havlicek was lucky to join the Boston Celtics, and he would be the first to tell you that. He walked onto a team that was in Year Six of an amazing 11-NBA-Championships-in-13-years run. Bill Russell was the sport’s reigning king. Cousy was still around. The Jones Boys, Sam and K.C., were ready to roar. Tom Heinsohn had three years left. Frank Ramsey was perfecting the sixth man art, and he would pass on his secrets to The Kid—starting with the practical suggestion that he take off his warm-up pants and drape the jacket around his shoulders, ready to spring into immediate action when his name was called.

Most of all there was Auerbach, who wasn’t just any coach because he didn’t think like other coaches. Looking at a player, he saw what was good and feasible, not the good and inefficient. He could deal with mismatched parts, always envisioning how they could be molded into a team.

When Havlicek entered the NBA, he wasn’t a terribly accomplished shooter. No problem—he was told to run lanes and move without the ball and subsist on leftover garbage points. He was told that if he played aggressive defense, the offense would take care of itself, and it did. The eager, athletic, thoroughly unpolished Havlicek averaged 14 points a game as a rookie.

When the ’62-63 season ended, he went home set on improving. He shot thousands of jump shots that summer, and returned a jump shooter with great range. He averaged 19.9 points a game his second season, and over the next 11 campaigns never averaged fewer than 18.3. It was classic Havlicek to identify a problem and address it so capably.

The defining moment of his career took place on April 15, ’65. He was in his third playoffs and already considered the game’s best sixth man. But by making one play at the end of one ballgame, he became a folk hero, and he would remain one until the end of his career.

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It was Game Seven of a grueling Eastern Conference Finals series with Philadelphia. The Celtics led 110-109, with four seconds left, but the 76ers had the ball out of bounds underneath their own basket, following a bizarre Russell turnover in which an inbounds pass hit a guide wire running from the backboard to the first balcony. It was a scary moment. The 76ers had options ranging from jump shots by Hal Greer or Chet Walker to a power move by Wilt Chamberlain to an offensive rebound. But Havlicek prevented all that, deflecting a Greer inbounds pass intended for Walker over to Sam Jones.

What transformed the play from timely feat to historic moment was the late Johnny Most’s broadcast description, the most famous call in Boston sports history—it consisted of more than a minute of frenzied screaming in Most’s unique, raspy voice. Re-played the following morning by radio station WHDH, it enraptured the town. “Havlicek Stole The Ball!” later became the title cut of a best-selling album.

“I was starting to make inroads” Havlicek recalls, “but after that play people realized I was going to be around for a while. And the album definitely influenced the way people thought of me.”

Phase I of his career ended in ’69 with another championship (his sixth) and the retirements of both Russell and Sam Jones. At this point Havlicek was a perennial All-Star and the unquestioned number-one sixth man in the game, but his name was absent from the Oscar-West discussions. That was about to change

Few remember that rookie coach Tom Heinsohn wished to maintain Havlicek’s role as the consummate sixth man when the ’69-70 began. That last about three games—until Heinsohn realized that a) the team was not good enough to enjoy that luxury, and b) Havlicek might as well start since he won’t get tired anyway. There have been other great players, but nearly 30 years later, it’s very easy to contend that no one has ever played basketball the way John Havlicek did for the next five years. He was the ultimate king on the chessboard, giving his coach an All-Star player at two positions for as long as he was needed.

During the ’69-70 season Havlicek led the Boston Celtics in scoring, rebounding and assists while averaging a league-high 45 minutes a night. Understand that 45 Havlicek minutes were unlike any other player’s 45, because in the John Havlicek scheme of things there was no standing around. It was pedal-to-the-metal all the time.

And that’s not even the half of it.

With Russell and Sam Jones gone, the Celtics were in transition. There were young players coming in, but they didn’t know anything about the NBA; suddenly Havlicek was left with precious few allies from the old days. There were Don Nelson and Satch Sanders, and then there were kids. Havlicek had to do the scoring, the rebounding, the passing and the thinking for just about everybody.

His ’70-71 season was a reasonable carbon copy of the ’69-70 season, in which he had elevated into the league’s ultra-elite. He gained rebounding help from 6-9 center Dave Cowens, but Havlicek was still responsible for the heavy-duty scoring (a career-high 28.9 ppg), defending and playmaking. He was regularly submitting triple-doubles, except that back then we didn’t know enough to label them as such (that honor goes to Bruce Jolesch, a Laker PR man in the Magic Johnson era). The record keeping was less sophisticated than today, and it’s impossible to reconstruct the box scores, so the actual number of Havlicek triple-doubles is lost. Suffice it to say that, along with Robertson and West, he had plenty.

Havlicek had moved into the category of legend, a man who could play heads-up with the finest forwards and guards in the game. A man who needed no rest. Other coaches had to find places for their stars to take a blow, but not Heinsohn. If Hondo played 48, he played 48. He might not practice that hard the next day, but if there was a game the following night, he could go 48 again. “I’d give my right arm to have his stamina,” says Matt Guokas, then a journeyman forward.

Nothing seemed to deter Havlicek. After suffering a painful injury to his right wrist, he developed his let hand more fully. This adaptability served him very well in the ’73 playoffs, when the Celtics had won 68 games and with the Lakers were co-favorites for the championship. But first they needed to get by ancient rival New York, and the Knicks matched up very well with them, physically and psychologically. The teams were tied at a game apiece, and in Game Three, Havlicek found himself wedged between Dave DeBusschere and Bill Bradley while fighting through a pick. He wound up injuring his right shoulder.

The Celtics lost that game, and worse yet were informed that Havlicek would not be able to play in Game Four at Madison Square Garden. Boston put up a sensational Havlicek-less effort but lost that game in double overtime. Havlicek made it back onto the floor for Game Five, despite the fact that he had limited use of his right arm and shoulder. He scored 18 points on six baskets—four of which were left-handed—as the Celtics kept the series alive. He was somewhat less effective in the sixth game, another Celtics triumph, and he was not functional at all in Game Seven, a 94-78 New York win. But that incomprehensible performance in Game Five had reinforced his legend.

Havlicek was simply unlike other men. He was inherently disciplined and organized to a frightening degree. He was the only NBA player, before or since, known to hang his knee-length socks on a hanger. He arranged his colognes, talcum powder, etc. by ascending height on the shelf. His locker always looked ready for an inspection.

Such a man looks at the world in its simplest, most logical terms, one reason why Havlicek never attempted to coach. He knew himself and that his thought processes were not like everyone else’s. He could never understand the woeful failings of mortal men—men who, unlike himself, could not play a single game against a team and figure out all of its plays. What was obvious to John Havlicek was quantum physics to many of his mates.

No man, not even John Havlicek, could have reasonably continued to carry the physical and mental load of the early 70’s for very long. Fortunately for him, the team did get better, and his overall burden was lessened. By the time the Celtics won their first post-Russell title in ’74, Havlicek was sharing the spotlight with Jo Jo White, Don Chaney, Paul Silas and most of all Dave Cowens, by then a three-time All-Star.

Havlicek was 34 and in his 12th season. Heinsohn was taking him out of ballgames every once in a while, but when he needed his big gun to go the full 48, it was no different from six or seven years earlier. Havlicek was Havlicek, still an elite player. He was upset when the team failed to win the title in ’75, after bouncing back from a 9-8 start to win 60 games. The ’75-76 team sputtered somewhat, but hopes were higher when the playoffs began; it was potentially devastating when Havlicek sustained a foot injury in the very first game.

Thanks to some Cowens fourth-quarter heroics, the team pulled out a dramatic Game One comeback win, but as the team assembled for practice at the Boston Garden the following day, it was greeted by the sight of John Havlicek being wheeled down the corridor on a dolly. He had a torn plantar fascia (the connective tissue in the arch) in his left foot, a very painful injury. The prescription was to soak the foot for three hours a day in ice. Havlicek being Havlicek, he reasoned that if three hours a day was good, six or seven hours a day would be twice as good. He was ready to do whatever it took to get himself back in the lineup. And so, for the rest of the playoffs, from Boston to Cleveland and finally to Phoenix, Havlicek carried around a turquoise dime store dishpan. Day and night he would shuffle to the ice machine and load the dishpan with what he laughingly referred to as “two Hondo handfuls” of ice, then soak his foot as he watched TV.

At no point in those playoffs was he ever really himself physically, but he played. He played his two-position game as hard as he could through the six-game conquest of the Buffalo Braves and the six-game conquest of Cleveland and into the Finals. He never practiced, just suited up for the games. Bad foot and all, he played 58 out of 63 minutes in the Celtics’ stirring, triple-overtime victory in Game Five. He hit what seemed to be the winning basket, a difficult bank shot with one second left in the second OT, only to see it trumped by Gar Heard’s buzzer-beater. Two nights later in Game Six, Boston locked up the championship.

Havlicek had always been a major playoff performer, whether he was stepping into the starting lineup in a pinch back in the Russell-Auerbach days, scoring a team playoff record 54 points in the first Atlanta game in ’73 or executing the back-breaking three-point play to put away Game Seven against Milwaukee. That would continue to be the case the following year, when he submitted what may be his most noble showing of all. The opponents were the rollicking, frolicking Philadelphia 76ers, and Havlicek’s task at age 37 was to do something about Dr. J—Julius Erving, then 27 and very much at the all-around peak of his game. For seven games, Havlicek devoted himself to defense, and the good Doctor never went off. He never even got so much as a step on Havlicek, and the underdog Celtics took the Sixers to a seventh game before the overall Philly superiority came to the fore.

Havlicek would play one more year, not a particularly happy one. The team won 32 games. The atmosphere was bad. The only real interest was his Farewell Tour, and the only game that got anyone aroused was his last. He always had a good sense of propriety, and so he arrived at the Boston Garden for his 1,270th and final NBA game in a tuxedo. In the game, he went out and had a little fun. Never afraid to put up shots (he once went 15-40), Havlicek fired away 33 times. The Celtics were in control throughout, and as the clock wound down the crowd really got into it. Ernie DeGregorio was in the game for Boston, and the only man on his radar screen was Havlicek. Hondo had begun his career catching passes from Bob Cousy, and now he was ending it by catching passes from the only player alive who saw the game the way The Cooz did. In one 11-second span, Ernie D twice found Havlicek on sneakaways. He scored nine lightning points to an amazing roar, finishing with 29—a phenomenal farewell.

Havlicek was a man of his own time and place, and he retired with no major regrets. “If I hadn’t hurt my shoulder in ’73, we definitely would have won that year,” he says. “And if we had held onto [Paul] Silas and [Paul] Westphal, we might have squeezed out one more at the end. Other than that, no regrets.”

He’s been gone for 20 years, and we have not seen his like since. The only multi-positional players anywhere near his level have been Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen, and Jordan never really played much forward. Pippen, meanwhile, can only dream of possessing the legendary Havlicek stamina. As is the case with all special playres, people try much too hard to find equivalents. For a year or so, Dan Majerle was supposed to be the new Havlicek. He’s a nice player, but please.

If anything, Hondo would be even more effective in today’s game, if only because he had three-point range. He was every bit a “modern” ballplayer, and if you combine the sophistication and brainpower he brought to the game, it would really be something. On defense he’d be sinful—his lateral quickness and anticipation would fit perfectly into a modern scheme. But perhaps he’s better off not being around today. The NBA externals, the arena noise and the emphasis on irrelevant folderol would have irritated him.

No, John Havlicek played at the right time and was revered by his rivals, who knew him as both a great player and a great person. Playing against John Havlicek was a challenge and an honor, and Bill Bradley sums it up best in his wonderful book, Values of the Game.

“John Havlicek,” writes Bradley. “The guy drove my crazy. He drove everybody crazy. Covering John Havlicek was like trying to hold mercury in your hand. He worked harder than any player out there, constantly running, using screens, getting the ball at the right time, taking only the good shots. The ultimate competitor.”

True then, true now.

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