I told them about Alvin “Bo” Dukes, one of the greatest not-discussed, not-talked-about prodigies in basketball history. A player out of Detroit who might only have George Gervin, Curtis Jones, Antoine Joubert, Magic Johnson and Chris Webber ahead of him in the “Who’s the best player ever to come out of Detroit?” argument.

I told them about how Bo — at 5-foot-9 — led the school one year to a 29-2 record and the No. 2 NAIA ranking in the nation; how he had the greatest on-the-court imagination of any basketball player I’ve ever seen besides Rafer Alston; about the passes he used to dish out on fast breaks using his knees, or his elbows, or whipping the ball around his neck; how he was cut by the Knicks before he was given a chance to prove that NAIA players can compete on that level; about how he and “The One and Only,” in my mind, were probably a better 1-2 hookup than Gary Payton and Shawn Kemp back in the day; how Bo was my idol.