He turned the art of rebounding into a blood sport. He chased after every missed shot like a starving wolf tracking a pork chop. And more than anything, Moses Eugene Malone was absolutely, indefatigably relentless. I never saw the man take a night off.
Moses passed this weekend, at 60, and barely two weeks after another 76ers star, the effervescent Daryl Dawkins, was laid to rest.
Moses played a no-frill, elbow slashing, get-out-of-my-way brand of basketball. He glowered and scowled and staked out the paint for himself and no one was in a hurry to trespass. The sweat ran off him in small rivers.