“My leg, my leg!” Poor Meadowlark Lemon would hold his leg and wail in agony. So loud that everybody in the huge basketball arena could hear him. And, somehow, as his teammates helped him limp around the court, in comedic agony, the magic would happen. The Globies would introduce the basketball that would not bounce. […]
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