Bill Russell’s indelible mark cannot be overemphasized. The No. 6 on Boston Garden’s parquet floor will forever remind the players and fans alike of the standards of excellence, the greatness, and the extreme sacrifices one has to take to achieve success, whether it be in the game of basketball or in life’s many mightier struggles.
To determine MY GOAT, I tried to think of a set of criteria from which to base my judgement. To do this, I thought that statistical analysis would be the best way to go. However, I realized that these figures must be subjected to generational differences as well. Both players are admittedly the best in their generation, but the generational style and rules will render the comparison quite subjective. I’ve got my GOAT. Who you got?
Once upon a time, if you were the tallest kid in the team, you had to stay near the basket and guard that piece of territory with your life. Those were the hard-and-fast rules. But not anymore!
In basketball, it used to be that height trumped everything else. You just needed to have hulking gorillas with no qualms of manhandling meeker mortals