Pinched nerves in his upper neck are responsible for a twitch that overcomes Brell before every game, making him appear to be dancing a jig to the national anthem. He has received letters on the subject, one noting that "young men in Latvia would be proud to stand up for the anthem."
"I'm not dancing," Brell says, "but I'm against the war, and I refuse to look at the American flag until we are out of Southeast Asia. People can call me a flake, a hippie or whatever. They are stabbing me in the back. Even Coach McGuire doesn't understand this is me. But he's all right. He's got the best tongue I've ever heard."
With all the talk about the Warriors' frankness, it still comes as a surprise when McGuire puts the harsh words on one of his men. "You look terrible, Goose," he told Brell last week. "I don't mind you in Hipsville, I just don't want to see you in Tap City."
"Coach," pleaded Brell. "You're always getting on me for the people I hang out with, calling them 'undesirables.' They want you to come over to meet them. They're peaceful. You'll dig."
"Goose, you think you're telling me something?" said McGuire. "I was the original flower child. I didn't call them undesirables, anyway. I called them jerks. Like that Mafia-type jerk who picked you up the other day. Him. Who was that jerk?"
"That," said Goose Brell, "was my brother."