I bet you didn't know Iverson is really only 5'9" without sneakers. I don't know if he really is that short, but he's not exactly Wilt Chamberlain. Nothing wrong with being short.
Ask your Philly chick.
The Philadelphia 76ers have had some players who could light up the scoreboards like electric storms. Join me now on a journey of the 10 most electrifying Philadelphia 76ers as I see it.
My vision is clear and strong. Come along. Roll graphics...
One of the fleetest guards with the basketball one could imagine, he was “The Jet” before Kenny “The Jet” Smith, or Jason “Jet” Terry. Those guys were like Cessnas compared to chocolate chip Cheeks.
Going end-to-end with the dribble, “Mo” seemed faster than Carl Lewis in a track meet.
Cheeks was so fast, Andrea True Connection—a former adult film “actress” turned “singer”—probably recorded a song about him. The lyrics went “‘Mo,” “Mo,” “Mo”…How do you like, it, How do you like it, “Mo,” “Mo,” “Mo?’”
Maybe the lyrics should have been “Wilt, Wilt, Wilt…” I’m just saying. Next slide, please…
They didn’t call Cunningham, right, "The Kangaroo Kid" for nothing. He had hops.
Way back in the '60s, before the movie, he proved white men can jump. A member of the 1967 76ers championship squad along with Wilt, Hal Greer and company, he could rebound with the best wing players in NBA properties.
Standing 6’6”, he properly deserves to be higher on this list.
Young Dawkins was Shaq before Shaq—believe that. He had a smooth jumper, too. That’s something Shaq could never do.
Shout out to Big Shaq.
But, Dawkins had names for his dunks—something Shaq did have for his alter egos, but not his dunks. Being a hip-hop artist, Shaq knew better than to bite another man’s style—especially with nicknames.
Electric chocolate I could call him, but I won’t. He just might, though, if he reads this article. Feel free Mr. Dawkins, I won’t sue you. You’re much bigger than me.
A gentle giant, Dawkins shattered more backboards than a little bit. He’s big enough to block out the sun and cease light from shining. He’s not a sun god, but God knows he was an exciting player to watch.
You old school cats can ask your chick.
He could get hot enough to fry chicken on the hardwood, that’s how good Toney was at scoring. Without him, Philadelphia 76ers lore wouldn’t be quite the same.
Vinnie Johnson was nicknamed "The Microwave" during his time with the Bad Boys (Detroit Pistons), but he couldn't heat up as quickly as Toney, if you ask me.
A member of the 1967 championship team, Greer helped guide Philly as a veteran presence for the young and electrifying Wilt Chamberlain.
Greer gave the ladies something to swoon about. Enough said...next.
A rebounding fool, Moses parted opposing frontlines and got almost every rebound it seems. He was Dennis Rodman before Dennis Rodman.
Plus Malone was more ‘hood—witnessed by the way he talked. Plain and simple, he didn’t care who was in the way of a rebound or a bucket. The Hall of Fame player was an NBA Finals MVP and one of the best big men the game has ever seen.
If any one of my readers has ever seen him smile on the court, please let me know. I’ll do a hot read story about it. He was largely responsible for lighting the Lakers up for just 76ers revenge.
Sir Charles is not only a member of the Basketball Hall of Fame, his jersey is retired by the franchise and he was perhaps a better rebounder than them all, except for Wilt and Moses.
He thought he was a stud in the handsomeness department. He may have been. Ask your woman if she agrees. Barkley put up ridiculous stats and aggravating treble in his country twang speech. Ask TNT or NBA TV. Barkley was a smash mouth player before the band Smash Mouth. Called the Round Mound, the Electric Company should pay his bills for the rest of his life. That’s how electrifying he was.
As one of the greatest players we’ve ever seen, he could be much higher on this list.
Allen Iverson. Do you know who he is? No? Certain police officers do. A.I.’s escapades off the court aside, this dude was one of the best little ballers America has ever seen. He was a scoring fool.
A.I. was Kookla, Fran and Ollie, or the Muppets with a killer crossover dribble capable of breaking magnificent defenders like Michael Jordan’s ankles. That's right.
Julius was my hero growing up. I rocked his signature sneakers line when I first started playing ball. If my hands were as big as his, then I could possibly be in the NBA. I could dunk, but couldn’t grip the ball for one-handers. And I wouldn't want to.
He was much more of a stud in the ABA before he joined Philly, but he still performed heart surgery on opposing defenders. He is also The Fish That Saved Pittsburgh. He could probably be the governor of Pennsylvania.
Not only did he score 100 points in a game, he probably could have snagged 100 rebounds if he wanted to. He didn’t have to get his women off the rebound, though. Ask your chick. Other men got his women off the rebound—in Wilt’s mind, at least.
If he were alive, he’d probably shock us with more revelations about his lady killer exploits. Perhaps he had at least 100 shockingly beautiful women friends watching him at every game. Rest in peace, “Stilt.” The female angels probably wait on him hand in foot—in his mind, at least. Last but not least, this has been another electric installment of Lake Cruise’s Electric Company.