“All players, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Buddy knew was this. One day when he was twenty-five years old he was playing in Madison Square Garden, and he shot another floater and ran back on defense. I suppose he must have looked rather delightful, for Mr Joerger put his hand to his heart and cried, “Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!” This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Buddy knew that he must grow up. You always know after you are twenty-five.
Buddy Hield, Peter Pan Syndrome and the age of Celtics
