Growing up in Missouri in the shadow of the University( Hey MIZZOU), there were players around all the time. Jon Sundvold could hit from anywhere before there was a 3 point line. Anthony Peeler had great all around game even though there was a local legend that even Peeler couldn't fade. Byron Chamberlain posterized my boy once. I knew to go the other direction but my boy got caught under the rim nasty style. Nuts in his face and all. Funniest thing ever. I had a step for step foot race to a ball with Mario Johnson once. He was really quick for being at least 275 and I gave up because forget diving for a ball against that. He ended up with the Jets for a bit. Saw Barkley in a club once back in the day with Armon Gilliam while Charles was still with Philly, but I didn't want to get swatted so I left him alone. My biggest thrill was meeting James Worthy. I was living in Colorado in the mountains just saw him walking down the street. So I go running out to meet him and he just introduces himself like " Hi, my names James." I was in awe and shook his hand and said " mine too." How cool is that??? He was great and saw him in the club later on that night and bought him a beer. Classic!!!!