To say that Julius Erving jumps is to describe Beethoven as a guy who wrote music. Dr. J. ascends. He springs into the air at the foul line, floats down the side of the lane, holding the basketball in his right hand. Still airborne, he swivels, turns his back to the basket, switches the ball to his other hand and cleanly flips a soft, lefthanded hook shot into the net. On the floor, play resumes at a dazed half-speed as opposing players stand in disbelief.
Arms open, legs churning, Buffalo Bills Running Back O.J. Simpson...
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