I am mourning Bill Russell, a man who helped break my teenage heart when basketball was often the center of my world, the player who, more than any other Boston Celtic, was the executioner of The Philadelphia 76er’s, my team. I am mourning him because I was probably secretly in love with him (and John Havlicek), a secret I had to keep to myself when the Sixers’ Wilt Chamberlain was […]
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