In the sixth grade at Saint Austin's elementary school in North Minneapolis, John's son and I were classmates and teammates on the grade school team...1954.
One Saturday afternoon our coach was not available, so John stepped in and helped out as jaws dropped in the bleachers with the Laker icon on our bench.
Despite his best efforts, we lost, but the day was a very memorable experience with a great man a long time ago.
Wonderful that John can so lucidly share his memories with us at the age of 94.