
Bill Russell, b. February, 12, 1934, d. July, 31 2022, I learned human cooperation playing volleyball on Manhattan Beach and Santa Barbara beaches from 1963 to 1972. I played against Bill in Manhattan Beach in a tournament, with his teammate the quarterback of UCLA. I am 5’ 8 ½” inches tall. My partner was taller than I, and the spiker. I was very quick in short runs, and could cover the whole court if I saw the opposition’s hit. I was also not afraid to stretch full out and land in the sand, a move that would give you pain and blood on wood floors or asphalt courts. My partner would usually block the first shot, but the court, for two people, is a big place, and sometimes I blocked. It is bad form to hit the ball over the net on the second shot. The second hit was supposed to be a set-up for a spike, so most often I was setting up his spike. Yet with the whims of volleyball, sometimes he had to set-up my scoring shot. So I would move on the ball. Often the other team would think I could not reach or hit the ball with accuracy, so in the split seconds of the game they would relax. I have good peripheral vision, so I would know where the other players were and were leaning. I would curve, or rainbow spike it just over their heads or in the corner where they were not. Bill Russell was one of the most gracious, yet most efficient competitors I ever played with.
2022 ad, For me, who has seen so much and done so much, this era is the screwiest, most disingenuous, most unrealistic, most lying, cheating and stealing I have ever seen in my life.