In 1979, I was 11 years old, living in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. CYO basketball (I played for St. Vincent Ferrer) was my life, and so were the New York Knicks.
Two years earlier, my Mets had traded Tom Seaver, but a rookie (and fellow Brooklynite Lee Mazzilli) had softened the blow a bit.
At Madison Square Garden, the Knicks had made a similar (in my opinion, anyway), when they traded away Bob McAdoo to the hated Celtics for three No. 1 draft picks (one of which would turn out to be Bill Cartwright, whom I would loathe until he was dealt for Charles Oakley and Rod Strickland a decade later). Drafted out of Montana was another young player, who like Mazzilli, I just knew was destined for greatness; a 6-foot-5 point guard named Michael Ray Richardson.
If you’re a Knicks fan from way back, you know about the career of the man who became Micheal Ray Richardson. On grantland.com writer Michael recently caught up with the former point guard. It’s a great piece, one of several I’ve read on that site. I urge you to read it.