Reading ESPN, late NBA news, or idiotic Bleacher Report stories, you’d think Wilt Chamberlain was certainly the second greatest basketball player who ever lived. Why? Well because everybody and his brother these days has to name someone else the best of all time, that’s why. One of the most dominant sports figures in any sport, Wilt will soon have his on US postage stamp, but some other Tom, Dick, or Harry, will always be the best… To the basketball infidels.
Since this is my blog, I have the opportunity to enlighten the basketball brethren about something. “Greatest” can only be determined in true objectivity. Sure, Wilt was my hero back when I played basketball, but that does not mean I didn’t root for Magic Johnson, Patrick Ewing, and the all mighty MJ when they played. Excellence demands the quest for the pinnacle, and even the Big Dipper himself would have rooted for someone to excel past his set goals. Unfortunately for people like Adam Fromal over at the Bleacher Report, the preponderance of basketball evidence points to NO ONE EVER surpassing Wilt Chamberlain in stature or in records.
Fromal, who typed out a ridiculous rationalization on Wilt’s 100 point game in Hershey the other day, is like most young sportswriters these days. In a time when the hype over everything has gone beyond fever pitched, it’s simply tough to prop up athletes and movie stars without calling to bear icons from the past. With Jordan gone from basketball, it’s near impossible to paint a portrait of greatness in a league full of actors, play giants, and spoiled rotten pretenders. Fromal’s piece, The Truth Behind Wilt Chamberlain’s 100-Point Game, is anything but. Like the traffic happy blogger, Fromal needs that snappy headline too. A hook to catch all the Kobe Bryant fans on Earth. (Yep, you guessed it, Fromal got 600 plus comments for the same old “against nobody” rant naysayers have used for decades to deflate Wilt’s 100 point game.)
What an assenine way to make a living. But Fromal is genius for suckering today’s basketball dummies.

Kobe Bryant being set up to surmount the Mount Everest of basketball legends. Oh man. Let’s look at a couple of issues Mr. Fromal suggested. Like Wilt scoring 100 on virtual nobodies. Fromal, with a slight of hand, brushes off Hall of Famers Richie Guerin, four time NBA All Star Willie Naulls, and the tough Darrall Tucker Imhoff, who did manage to play 12 seasons in the NBA. Nobody? Fromal is dillusional, Kobe played the real nobody. Bryant scored his 81 on Jalen Rose who’s dozen seasons culminated at its midpoint with winning “Most Improved.” The rest of the Toronto Raptors’ squad, they were not lucky enough to score an ESPN gig. Mike James is still hard at it having been dumped by the Bulls and reacquired by the Texas Legends this season. I needn’t venture further on Kobe magnificence there. The dude ain’t playing nobody.
Let me spare Fromal and today’s other basketball scientists some misery here. This Wikipedia page contains most of the career achievements of Wilt. Among them are:

- Most 50 Point Games in a season (45 in 1961-62)
- Most 40 Point Games in a season (63 in 1961-62)
- Most Points Per Game in a season (50.4 in the 1961-62 season)
- Most Career Regular Season 60 Point Games (32)
- Most Career Regular Season 50 Point Games (118)
- Most Career Regular Season 40 Point Games (271)
- Most Consecutive 50 Point Games (7 from December 16-29, 1961)
- Fewest Games Played to Reach 20,000 Points (499, achieved in 1966) * (take special note here, after 1966 Wilt focused on defense, rebounding, and team play – it took Michael Jordan an extra 121 games to achieve this).
And that’s just scoring. Need anyone mention rebounding, blocked shots, minutes played, and NEVER having fouled out of a game? I feel ridiculous a bit even having to mention these things, especially to supposed B-ball fans.

So why all the fanaticism about Kobe and the lot? Hey, it’s today, we can’t have deceased superstars taking the limelight, now can we? That would mean the NBA is a circus full of propped up clowns, now wouldn’t it? Fact is, pro sports has become pro-wrestling. The whole charade is like watching two fakes dump off the ring ropes to near kill each other, over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. Indestructible Hulk Hogans running around in droopy underwear, and the idiot fans yelling; “Greater than Wilt, better than Kareem, a virtual Chamberlain!”
Let’s take the gloves off here, shall we? Fromal and the whole gang of today sports know-it-alls, they just played too much Goddamned GameBoy. The closest they’ll ever get to knowing greatness is pretending to be Wilt versus what’s his name. Oh, hell, I almost forgot Shaq. As for young Mr. Fromal, I suggest you take to reading some more young man, you’re guilty of heresy against the gods of sport, whether you know it or not.
And therein rests a case for a legend. You, more than any, deserve the postage stamp Dipper. We miss you.