Andre Miller spent 17 years as an NBA point guard, the better part of three of those with the Sixers. Never seemed to be moving all that fast, but always seemed to get where he needed to go. Never seemed to jump all that high, but always seemed to jump just high enough.
His game served as a reminder that on-court IQ matters at least as much as raw athleticism, that there are many ways to skin a cat — if in fact skinning is even required. He would poke and prod, feint and flit.