My first attempt at a sports timeline and my second attempt at a timeline overall. Hoping I can stick with this one, still researching some things as I go, I just hope it's entertaining and plausible.
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"And as much as I loved watching Larry Bird, there was no one, and I mean NO ONE in Celtics history who could get me out of my seat faster than Len Bias. Seeing him run up the court for a breakaway dunk, seeing him battling with guys half a foot taller than him for rebounds, and seeing those epic battles with Michael Jordan, there was no one who could get those crowds roaring like Len Bias. I spent hours trying to figure out whether Bias or Russell was the greatest Celtic of all time. In the end, it had to be Bill Russell because he won more titles, but if I could go back in a time machine and relive the Len Bias-era Celtics or sit courtside for those 11 Russell-era championships, I'd go back to those Bias games in a heartbeat."
-Bill Simmons, The Book Of Basketball: A White Man's Thoughts On A Black Man's Game
"Was he competitive? Hell yes. Did he get pissed when we lost? Of course. But having a guy like that on your team, that's how we stayed competitive with the Bulls. We played so many great games with them, and I'll tell you right now, Lenny took those games over. I didn't pass the torch to him, he grabbed it and ran with it and never looked back. Magic always keeps telling me, 'it just ain't fair, no way you should've gotten a guy like that after having that kind of year', and he always reminds me that before we got Bias, we split three championships a piece. Ain't my fault him and Kareem couldn't keep up."
-Larry Bird, ESPN interview before Len Bias' induction into the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame, September 5, 2008
"Oh! What a SPECTACULAR move by Len Bias!"
-Marv Albert, commentating Game 2 of the 1991 Eastern Conference Finals between the Celtics and Bulls, May 21, 1991
"You know, it's been 25 years, man... but I still remember seeing him seizing up... all I could think about was what could I have done for my friend, he was my best friend... and I was just sitting there drunk off my ass, thinking... I don't know what the hell I was thinking. (starts tearing up) ...goddamn. I'm sorry. It still hurts. He never got to see me play in the NBA. My best friend."
-Len Bias, interview with Bob Costas on June 19, 2011, 25 years to the day of the death of his best friend Brian Tribble from a cocaine overdose
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June 19, 1986 (3:17 AM)
"C'mon, man. You gotta party. This is some huge shit, you're gonna play for the Boston fucking Celtics! The world champions!"
Brian Tribble let out a hearty laugh, slapping his friend Len Bias on the back as the two of them sat together in Bias' dorm room. Sitting on a small handmirror nearby was a small pile of cocaine, which one of the people in the room had begun splitting up into long white lines. Len looked over at the coke, chuckling a bit. The room was crammed with people, friends, teammates, all reveling in Len's success.
"Damn right, I'm the man," said Bias with a laugh, standing up and walking over to the mirror. His friends parted to give him the first go at the coke. He'd done cocaine before while at the university, he wasn't exactly a coke fiend but he loved the high it gave him, he felt like he did when he was dunking over someone in a game, felt like he could conquer the world.
Now, of course, he was about to conquer the REAL world, the world of the NBA, which had never seen a player like him before. Sure, there was the high-flying scoring machine Michael Jordan, but he was stuck carrying a pathetic Bulls team, and he was still coming off a major injury. Despite a transcendent performance in the first round, the Celtics had still trounced Jordan. And now they were adding Len Bias.
"Fuck Michael Jordan!" Bias shouted exuberantly, drawing a huge cheer from the partygoers. Tribble let out a loud whoop, getting up and high-fiving his friend. "He ain't never seen the likes of me!"
"You're a horse!" shouted Tribble, clapping Bias on the back.
"I'm a horse!" shouted Bias, going in to snort the cocaine. But as he bent over, he stood back up, hollering again. "Shit! Yeah!"
Len Bias was in a state of euphoria. Surrounded by friends, with millions of dollars and certain NBA success about to come his way, there was nothing that could make him feel any better, not even that cocaine on that table. He bent over the cocaine again, but shook his head and got back up.
"What's wrong?" asked Tribble, gesturing toward the coke.
"Shit, I'm so high on life right now," said Bias, smiling and shaking his head. "Y'all can go at that, somebody hand me a beer."
"You sure, horse? Well, there's plenty more where that came from, so you just let me know when you want the hookup."
""Sho," Bias replied, sitting back down on the bed as someone handed him a tall, cold bottle of beer. He began drinking as some of his friends began to snort the coke. The night became a blur. At one point, Bias thought about getting back up to go at the coke, but all that remained was a few small flecks of powder, and Brian Tribble had passed out. Bias set down his beer bottle... at that point his fifth of the night, and drifted back off to sleep.
June 19, 1986 (6:35 AM)
"Sir, you're going to have to calm down."
"How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when my best friend is lyin' there dying?"
By now, only Bias and Tribble remained in the dorm room. Tribble wasn't moving... his eyes were glazed over and something frothy and white was coming out of his mouth. Tears began to stain Len's cheeks, his voice coming out in a frantic, slightly inebriated slur.
"Do you know who I am?" Bias shouted into the phone. "Get some paramedics out here, I'm gonna be playing for the Boston Celtics and my best friend is lying here dying!"
"It doesn't matter who you are, just tell me where you are so we can send an ambulance."
Bias stuttered for a moment, his mind briefly forgetting the words. He finally blurted out the number of the dorm room, looking back and forth between his friend and the phone.
"This can't be happening, this can't be happening...!!!"
It didn't take long for the paramedics to arrive. By the time Brian Tribble was pronounced dead at 6:56 AM, the story had already begun to disseminate. Len Bias' best friend had died of a cocaine overdose right in front of his eyes.
The Boston Celtics' #2 draft pick was in a lot of trouble.
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So OBVIOUSLY Len Bias gets out of this pretty much unscathed (already spoiled some things with my opening quotes), but already the butterflies have begun to flutter their wings. Feel free to speculate, ask questions, whatever you'd like. I'll try to continue this sometime soon, either tomorrow or in the coming days.
Oh, and before anyone asks, I'm a Pacers fan, not a Celtics fan (I don't HATE the Celtics but they're not my team), I'm not hugely knowledgeable about the NBA, so if I mess anything up, feel free to let me know (but be gentle please!).
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"And as much as I loved watching Larry Bird, there was no one, and I mean NO ONE in Celtics history who could get me out of my seat faster than Len Bias. Seeing him run up the court for a breakaway dunk, seeing him battling with guys half a foot taller than him for rebounds, and seeing those epic battles with Michael Jordan, there was no one who could get those crowds roaring like Len Bias. I spent hours trying to figure out whether Bias or Russell was the greatest Celtic of all time. In the end, it had to be Bill Russell because he won more titles, but if I could go back in a time machine and relive the Len Bias-era Celtics or sit courtside for those 11 Russell-era championships, I'd go back to those Bias games in a heartbeat."
-Bill Simmons, The Book Of Basketball: A White Man's Thoughts On A Black Man's Game
"Was he competitive? Hell yes. Did he get pissed when we lost? Of course. But having a guy like that on your team, that's how we stayed competitive with the Bulls. We played so many great games with them, and I'll tell you right now, Lenny took those games over. I didn't pass the torch to him, he grabbed it and ran with it and never looked back. Magic always keeps telling me, 'it just ain't fair, no way you should've gotten a guy like that after having that kind of year', and he always reminds me that before we got Bias, we split three championships a piece. Ain't my fault him and Kareem couldn't keep up."
-Larry Bird, ESPN interview before Len Bias' induction into the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame, September 5, 2008
"Oh! What a SPECTACULAR move by Len Bias!"
-Marv Albert, commentating Game 2 of the 1991 Eastern Conference Finals between the Celtics and Bulls, May 21, 1991
"You know, it's been 25 years, man... but I still remember seeing him seizing up... all I could think about was what could I have done for my friend, he was my best friend... and I was just sitting there drunk off my ass, thinking... I don't know what the hell I was thinking. (starts tearing up) ...goddamn. I'm sorry. It still hurts. He never got to see me play in the NBA. My best friend."
-Len Bias, interview with Bob Costas on June 19, 2011, 25 years to the day of the death of his best friend Brian Tribble from a cocaine overdose
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June 19, 1986 (3:17 AM)
"C'mon, man. You gotta party. This is some huge shit, you're gonna play for the Boston fucking Celtics! The world champions!"
Brian Tribble let out a hearty laugh, slapping his friend Len Bias on the back as the two of them sat together in Bias' dorm room. Sitting on a small handmirror nearby was a small pile of cocaine, which one of the people in the room had begun splitting up into long white lines. Len looked over at the coke, chuckling a bit. The room was crammed with people, friends, teammates, all reveling in Len's success.
"Damn right, I'm the man," said Bias with a laugh, standing up and walking over to the mirror. His friends parted to give him the first go at the coke. He'd done cocaine before while at the university, he wasn't exactly a coke fiend but he loved the high it gave him, he felt like he did when he was dunking over someone in a game, felt like he could conquer the world.
Now, of course, he was about to conquer the REAL world, the world of the NBA, which had never seen a player like him before. Sure, there was the high-flying scoring machine Michael Jordan, but he was stuck carrying a pathetic Bulls team, and he was still coming off a major injury. Despite a transcendent performance in the first round, the Celtics had still trounced Jordan. And now they were adding Len Bias.
"Fuck Michael Jordan!" Bias shouted exuberantly, drawing a huge cheer from the partygoers. Tribble let out a loud whoop, getting up and high-fiving his friend. "He ain't never seen the likes of me!"
"You're a horse!" shouted Tribble, clapping Bias on the back.
"I'm a horse!" shouted Bias, going in to snort the cocaine. But as he bent over, he stood back up, hollering again. "Shit! Yeah!"
Len Bias was in a state of euphoria. Surrounded by friends, with millions of dollars and certain NBA success about to come his way, there was nothing that could make him feel any better, not even that cocaine on that table. He bent over the cocaine again, but shook his head and got back up.
"What's wrong?" asked Tribble, gesturing toward the coke.
"Shit, I'm so high on life right now," said Bias, smiling and shaking his head. "Y'all can go at that, somebody hand me a beer."
"You sure, horse? Well, there's plenty more where that came from, so you just let me know when you want the hookup."
""Sho," Bias replied, sitting back down on the bed as someone handed him a tall, cold bottle of beer. He began drinking as some of his friends began to snort the coke. The night became a blur. At one point, Bias thought about getting back up to go at the coke, but all that remained was a few small flecks of powder, and Brian Tribble had passed out. Bias set down his beer bottle... at that point his fifth of the night, and drifted back off to sleep.
June 19, 1986 (6:35 AM)
"Sir, you're going to have to calm down."
"How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when my best friend is lyin' there dying?"
By now, only Bias and Tribble remained in the dorm room. Tribble wasn't moving... his eyes were glazed over and something frothy and white was coming out of his mouth. Tears began to stain Len's cheeks, his voice coming out in a frantic, slightly inebriated slur.
"Do you know who I am?" Bias shouted into the phone. "Get some paramedics out here, I'm gonna be playing for the Boston Celtics and my best friend is lying here dying!"
"It doesn't matter who you are, just tell me where you are so we can send an ambulance."
Bias stuttered for a moment, his mind briefly forgetting the words. He finally blurted out the number of the dorm room, looking back and forth between his friend and the phone.
"This can't be happening, this can't be happening...!!!"
It didn't take long for the paramedics to arrive. By the time Brian Tribble was pronounced dead at 6:56 AM, the story had already begun to disseminate. Len Bias' best friend had died of a cocaine overdose right in front of his eyes.
The Boston Celtics' #2 draft pick was in a lot of trouble.
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So OBVIOUSLY Len Bias gets out of this pretty much unscathed (already spoiled some things with my opening quotes), but already the butterflies have begun to flutter their wings. Feel free to speculate, ask questions, whatever you'd like. I'll try to continue this sometime soon, either tomorrow or in the coming days.
Oh, and before anyone asks, I'm a Pacers fan, not a Celtics fan (I don't HATE the Celtics but they're not my team), I'm not hugely knowledgeable about the NBA, so if I mess anything up, feel free to let me know (but be gentle please!).