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John Gearan's Rebuke Of Bill Russell & The Celtics
Russell tribute was too late and too much
Russell tribute was too late and too much
Friday, May 28, 1999
By John Gearan
Telegram & Gazette Sports Columnist
The belated Bill Russell tribute has spawned an unusual amount of
exaggeration, ill-fitting comparisons and ludicrous analysis.
Being extracted from mothballs in his Sleepless-in-Seattle
hideaway, Russell found himself cascaded with overflowing accolades.
This seemed to be an apparent attempt by some to absolve Boston from
past charges of racism while supporting a worthy cause, the National
Mentoring Partnership.
Flat-out, The Boston Globe labeled Russell “greatest
athlete in the history of team sports.” Columnist Bob Ryan, a noted
hoopologist, called him “the greatest team-sport athlete this
country as even known,” excluding aliens like Pele. Elegant Frank
Deford threw a flowery bouquet to Russell in a one-sided Sports
Illustrated feature. “The only thing we know for sure about
superiority in sports in the United States of America in the 20th
Century is that Bill Russell and the Boston Celtics teams he led
stand alone as the ultimate winners,” a doting Deford wrote.
Maybe so. Maybe not. Who really knows? What I do know is
that I saw Russell play over a longer period of time and in more
games than either Ryan, Deford or lots of other Johnny-come-latelys
who are crowing about Russell's genius.
After hearing and reading all the quotes, including one
from real-life artist Tommy Heinsohn comparing Russell to Vincent
Van Gogh, I can observe that it's getting very deep. And this comes
from someone who absolutely adored watching Russell perform.
However, in a deluge, sports history is being misinterpreted and
revised to suit this gala occasion that struggled to draw 10,000
fans at the FleeceCenter.
What the first public raising of No. 6 did was provide some
positive spin to a franchise that has been dying an agonizing death
for more than a decade as its rosters have been replete with spousal
and child abusers, druggies, felons and a variety of other
undesirables.
All right, that's PR and marketing and it was for a good
cause, led by Russell's Harvard-educated daughter, Karen, who called
Russell “the greatest daddy in the whole wide world.” There was no
talk, of course, about Rose Swisher Russell and her three children
-- Jacob, Kenyatta and William Jr. -- the children from Russell's
first marriage.
There was, though, plenty of discussion about “The Greatest
Team Athlete,” a dubious title thrust on Russell by acclamation
during the past few weeks. Have all these basketball brainiacs
already forgotten Michael Jordan, just to use one example. Do you
think for an instant that Bill Russell was anywhere near the total
package that Larry Bird was? Magic Johnson and Bill Russell both
stand 6-foot-9? Is there any question who was the more versatile and
talented player?
In terms of sheer athletic skills, Russell had three Celtic
teammates who could do a lot more things. Bob Cousy revolutionized
the game, had extraordinary vision and excelled in several other
sports, including tennis and golf. Bill Sharman played professional
baseball and basketball and performed as outstanding quarterback,
high-level tennis player, golf pro, boxer, track athlete ... you
name it. Sam Jones was a better athlete than Russell in many ways.
And let us recall that K.C. Jones and John Havlicek were both
drafted to play in the NFL.
My only point is that Russell had glorious talents for his
position, triggered a avalanche fast break and played peerless
defense. He was not smarter than Cousy, though, and did not win in a
vacuum. To be perfectly frank, Russell and the Celtics played in a
developmental stage of a wildly and universally popular sport. They
were pioneers, but they played in an eight-team league with rosters
filled by white guys who would be regarded as dreadfully slow by
today's standards.
To subtract nothing from the pros of yore, today's athletes
are much better and play much more intense and quick defense that
they did when spacing was never a problem.
Calling Russell the best team athlete does him a
disservice, not to mention Jackie Robinson, Willie Mays and a host
of others who would regard such comparisons silly.
Another vast difference is that today's athletes are in far
better shape. Take for example, Nomar Garciaparra, Red Sox
shortstop. Garciaparra is a prototype athlete of the '90s, a kid who
grew up playing soccer, developing skills other than just those
required to play shortstop or hit a baseball.
Like others, Nomar is not satisfied with that “natural
athlete” level of perfection. He knows he needs more to emerge as a
superstar in today's competitive, overkill world of sports. So
Garciaparra has signed up for tutoring at the International
Performance Institute in Bradenton, Fla., run by fitness guru Mark
Verstegen.
The Institute opened in 1995 at the Bollettieri Sports
Academy, a “sprawling palm-tree-lined campus where 350 young tennis,
soccer, baseball and golf prospects from around the world train,”
according to the recent issue of “Smithsonian.”
Garciaparra became exhausted while completing his first
season in the minors. He turned to the Institute for help. Verstegen
“investigated Garciaparra's past training history; his injuries; his
percentage of lean body mass; his speed over 60 yards; his vertical
jump; his lateral speed through a series of cones; and his power
output as measured by throwing different sizes of medicine balls.”
The testing showed Garciaparra is a well-coordinated
athlete, who, at 155 pounds, “lacked power and speed to compete” in
the bigs. Verstegen trained Garciaparra to accelerate forward and
sideways from a standstill. He show him how best to change
directions, to accelerate off his feet using his whole body. He
worked him endlessly, through a series of random-action moves, tied
to a bungee cord. He used resistance training extensively.
The result: Garciaparra hit 30 homers as a rookie in 1997
and became known as “spiderman” because of his fielding range. “It
was unbelievable. I say Mark is responsible,” Garciaparra is quoted
in the magazine as saying.
The point is simple and salient. Back when Russell was in
his glory, players smoked in the lockers and even had a halftime
beer or two. Though Auerbach worked the Celtics hard, most didn't
work constantly to improve their games. Russell himself would often
walk upcourt, “pacing” himself. His opponents were hardly
well-conditioned. In the offseason, Heinsohn blew up like a Peter
Paul Rubens painting.
Put it this way: The Celtics were a great dynasty. Perhaps
Russell was king, but they were a great team with a great coach and
general manager. Isn't that enough?
I remember being at the old Garden, watching the Celtics
drill the Minneapolis Lakers, 173-139. Those are amazing numbers.
Imagine scoring 173 points against the Lakers with Elgin Baylor.
Indeed, the Celtics never played a better game, ever. And they did
so without Bill Russell, who sat out injured that February
afternoon.
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