This goes back some. Way back. Back a half-century, in point of fact, to the days before Steve Mix became a Sixers player and, later, a broadcaster. Before “Mixville” became a municipality. Before one of his college teammates disappeared, possibly at the behest of a brutal African dictator.
But also after Mix had been cut by one of the worst teams in NBA history.
A sturdy 6-foot-7 forward, he navigated basketball’s backroads to get back to the Association for good, stopping along the way in sweaty gyms to work out with a grizzled vet and in CBA venues to light up the has-beens and hopefuls who played there.