Thanks for this excellent saga of how Bill Bradley came to Princeton. From my brief time at Princeton as a chemistry grad student (1962-67), Bill Bradley is definitely the number one all-time Princeton athlete. My good friend and labmate Bob Carlson and I came to Princeton as chemistry grad students in ’62 with our B.Chems from the University of Minnesota. I was a non-jock but an avid fan, but Bob played high school ball.
One night in November, Bob said we should go to the home opener basketball game. He said that Princeton had a great sophomore player. I was skeptical (better than Ron Johnson at the U of M?) but went and was convinced. The team and Bill had a rough night but he eventually helped them pull out a win. We and our wives got season tickets the next three years and were rewarded with great basketball.
I still have memories of Bill bringing the ball down the court, head slightly down, and scanning, looking for the receiver of his next pass. We learned later in McPhee’s book that Bill had 150-degree peripheral vision. I’ve also been impressed with the rest of Bill’s careers.
Thanks for this excellent saga of how Bill Bradley came to Princeton. From my brief time at Princeton as a chemistry grad student (1962-67), Bill Bradley is definitely the number one all-time Princeton athlete. My good friend and labmate Bob Carlson and I came to Princeton as chemistry grad students in ’62 with our B.Chems from the University of Minnesota. I was a non-jock but an avid fan, but Bob played high school ball.
One night in November, Bob said we should go to the home opener basketball game. He said that Princeton had a great sophomore player. I was skeptical (better than Ron Johnson at the U of M?) but went and was convinced. The team and Bill had a rough night but he eventually helped them pull out a win. We and our wives got season tickets the next three years and were rewarded with great basketball.
I still have memories of Bill bringing the ball down the court, head slightly down, and scanning, looking for the receiver of his next pass. We learned later in McPhee’s book that Bill had 150-degree peripheral vision. I’ve also been impressed with the rest of Bill’s careers.