One More NBA note

My father wants me to remind everyone that back in the day there were famous Jewish NBA players!

http://www.nba.com/history/players/schayes_bio.html

I would like to remind him that I do live near enough to philly that I'm very aware of the South Philadelphia Hebrew Association. However, for those of you who need a little reminder of Great Jewish Basketball History, here is an old, yet good article:

http://www.aish.com/societyWork/arts/Jewish_Basketball_Giants.asp

(btw, I wrote my first post before reading the article, so forgive me for making the same joke)

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