I’ve always loved Willie Green. I do not know why.
He wasn’t a flashy player during his seven seasons with the Sixers from 2003 to 2010. His scoring average never reached 13 points per game, he didn’t have some boisterous, brandable personality that hooked me — he wasn’t even a full-time starter in six of those seven seasons. But I loved him. Still do. My only theory as to why is that when I was a kid, green was my favorite color. Ipso facto, you see the correlation. I met him once at a Verizon store near a California Pizza Kitchen.