What do you think of Scott Foster after reading this?

As a player and a coach, I didn’t look at statistics the way sportswriters and fans did. I wasn’t interested in who scored most, got the most rebounds or assists. I was after clues that would let me see patterns, what it was that enabled the Knicks to succeed against us. The stats, this time, revealed something startling about the Knicks’ defense.

But I had the feeling that all the while I was swimming upstream. My coach—who became a dear friend for life afterward—never once complimented me on my game and, I believe, never really saw all the positive things that I was doing on the court. He was brought up in the old school. When he saw me leave my feet on defense, he believed I had overcommi

I am frequently asked if I am a basketball player, and I always say no. One time years ago John Havlicek and I were standing in an airport when he asked me why I did that. I told him what I had been telling myself all along: basketball is what I do, it’s not who I am.

“Without a doubt Walter Scott is the cleverest man with a pack of cards in the world,” The Sphinx, the most prominent magic journal at the time, wrote shortly after the meeting. “I am as much at sea as anyone. Can’t explain or give any clue. There is simply no explanation.” Two months later, the publication wrote of Scott again: “I cannot begin to