Get me the manager! Of basketball, psych-outs — and what it means to be a champion
There was a guy on my city league basketball team named Mutu, and as a player, he was one dangerously ba-a-a-a-a-d motor scooter.
He was a master of the psych-out too.
Just 5-feet-7 or so and skinny, Mutu was as quick as lightning, sure as the mail with his ball skills and shooting;...