That's the way it always was with Stockton, cool and calm like a duck floating on top of the lake, never letting you see the mad paddle beneath the water.
He did it for so long in the NBA that those laser-beam passes came to be as expected as spandex-clad dancing girls and blaring rock music. Through all those years, all those games, all those passes and all those plays, Stockton kept right on going. Straight ahead. Nothing fancy. Plain and simple.
The numbers say he's on top of the NBA career list for assists (15,806) and steals (3,265), say he had five of the top six assist seasons in NBA history, say he holds the league record for most seasons and most consecutive games played for one team, say that he's third behind only Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Robert Parish in total games played.
The numbers don't say nearly enough. In 19 grueling NBA regular seasons, he missed only 22 of 1,526 games, 18 of those in one season.
5 of the top 6 assist seasons....5 of the top 6. Seriously...
How's that for a prime?
And what about longevity? 18 seasons, 4 missed games, 1 bad season with 18 missed games. Black and white numbers on a computer screen can't capture what thatmeans.
Screw all the passing stats this is what impresses me the most every time I hear about Stockton