By Ed Piper
A seventh-grade boy, obviously into basketball and the NBA, asked me what team I liked. I said the Lakers, kind of. I haven't adjusted to the Luka Doncic era yet.
He asked me who my favorite player was. This type of exchange goes on not infrequently. Middle-schoolers are shorter; my height raises the immediate question of whether I played basketball. I did.
So, I thought for a second--Elgin Baylor, Jerry West, Wilt Chamberlain... I said "Jerry West". He, obviously an avid NBA follower, said immediately, "The Logo."
I don't think this way. Jerry West being the figure used for the NBA logo came in much later.
I don't condemn the kid, but generations are on different wavelengths about these things. For him, Jerry West is someone he reads about in books about the history of basketball. For me, I actually turned on KTLA Channel 5, or KTTV Channel 11, and actually saw the guy dribbling down the court. (I didn't see my first NBA game in person until my teen years. My dad wasn't into sports. My mom, either. We lived an hour from L.A. by the time I was 10 years old, so driving there--and I didn't really know they existed and played in an arena somewhat near my house, I was into major league baseball--was out of the question, especially since my dad already commuted one hour each way from Camarillo to El Segundo Monday through Friday.)
I asked him he was into. "The Knicks," he said. "Bandwagon," I said. I wasn't very gentle. "You just like them because they won the NBA title this past season."
"No," protested the boy. "I've been into them since 2014"--which would be the day he was born, which is impossible.
Then class started and I had to get things going. I didn't really give him a chance. Looking back, I realize how much he knew and how much he was into the NBA. The next time I meet him, I should give him more chance to explain.
He's kind of the way I was at that age about major league baseball. (I'm not capitalizing it, because I'm not talking about a product, but the professional game of baseball. Back then, it was called Organized Baseball. I've seen read that that term was rejected because it hearkens back to the days of Kennesaw Mountain Landis, before Blacks were allowed to play in the majors. Plus Black owners in the Negro Leagues were denied a chance to move their franchises into baseball, basically killing their businesses off. Walter O'Malley and his cronies weren't actually for free enterprise; just enterprise they could carry on.
We talked about the incredible giftedness of players nowadays. He asked, "Why were centers so tall back then?" I said I hadn't heard that question before, but that centers were trained to only play center, with their back to the basket. Wilt Chamberlain was nimble in his younger years, but he and Bill Russell and Walt Bellamy and the others were only expected to play under the basket, block shots, rebound, and slam dunk the ball from close in.
I told him, Giannis Antetokounmpo is from another world. He is 6'9", yet can play like a forward or guard did in the old days.
He brought up Victor Wembanyama, and we agreed he was a creature from another world, so agile and nimble, yet 7'4" and able to defend guards as well as big men. Incredible.
He said "Wemby" didn't do as well in the playoffs as he had during the regular season last year. I said he's still young, he needs time to mature even more, and that with all the focus on him he will learn how to deal with the pressure and double-teaming as he develops. He's still a young man at 21, I believe!
I confided to him that he and my basketball buddies back in the day didn't watch the NBA, because we considered it a sloppy version of the game. (We preferred college, with its more-disciplined game. But that was before the shot clock came in.) He didn't really seem to understand that. I don't know if he actually plays basketball. It's different being a fan from being a player who is a fan.



















