by Joe Falls, Detroit Free Press, March 8, 1966

Kenny Sailors had this strange habit. He would dribble across center court, head in to the top of the key and catapult high into the air.

He'd hang up there as if suspended by some invisible wires and decide whether to shoot his one-hander or pass off to one of his teammates.

That's the way he did it at Wyoming when he was one of the nation's finest basketball players, and how this was the way he was doing it with the Providence Steamrollers in the old BAA (Basketball Association of America).

On this night the Steamrollers were playing the New York Knickerbockers in the 69th Regiment Armory in New York City, and there was Sailors, suspended in space, holding the ball over his right ear, deciding whether to shoot or pass.

Skinny George Nostrand was in the pivot for the Steamrollers. He was sliding in and out with his back to the basket.

Sailors suddenly cut the ball loose.

But poor George wasn't looking.

The ball hit him on the forehead, bounced high into the air and . . . swish! . . . it came down through the cords for two points!

It was the second greatest shot I've ever seen on the basketball court.