I didn’t know Wes Unseld, but I admired him. For a sense of who he was as a person, I recommend David Aldridge’s remembrance at The Athletic (paywall required).
I have only a few distinct Unseld memories — I’d just turned 8 years old when the Bullets won their title, and I never watched a basketball game before that Finals series against the SuperSonics. That series made me a fan, and Unseld’s rugged defense, jarring picks, dominating boardwork and laser outlet passes got me hooked. I jumped on the Bullets championship bandwagon and never found the exit.