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Jack McCallum
May 02, 1983
Whom teams have joined together as roommates, no man shall put asunder—but sometimes it happens
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May 02, 1983

For Better, For Worse

Whom teams have joined together as roommates, no man shall put asunder—but sometimes it happens

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"We had no night life," Sewell says. "We wouldn't even have a glass of beer. We went to bed about 9 o'clock every night. You know, if I was talking to the President of the United States at 9 o'clock, I'd just have to excuse myself and go to bed. And Lou was the same way. We seldom even went to a picture show. We'd get up about 7 a.m., have a good breakfast and a light lunch, then go to the ball park, come back, eat dinner and talk baseball till 9. You know, I haven't been to a picture show in, I bet, 25 years."

•Julius Erving and Steve Mix would not appear to be ideally matched, the former a black, smooth superstar who plays with finesse, the latter a white, tough journeyman whose game is strength. But they roomed together for two years on the 76ers until Mix became a free agent last season and signed with Milwaukee.

Erving joined the Sixers in 1976 after they had had a successful 7-1 exhibition season without him, and several of the Philly players. Mix included, resisted his presence. "I didn't feel we needed him," says Mix. It didn't help that Mix had lost his starting job the minute Erving strolled into the gym. But, gradually, their relationship grew, partly through the friendship of their wives, Maryalice Mix and Turquoise Erving, who sat together at the games.

"We turned out to be similar in a lot of ways," said Mix before leaving for Milwaukee. "That's the first thing you look for, compatibility. We both eat and sleep at about the same time. On the road, we'll get up around 10:30, eat around 1:30, go to bed around 12:30 or 1. We try to keep everything consistent."

Still, for fun, Mix and Erving used to have impromptu wrestling matches a la Clouseau and Cato in the Pink Panther movies.

"Can you sing?" I says; and I was sorry right afterward that I ast him that question.

I guess it must of been bad enough to have the water runnin' night after night and to have him wavin' that razor round; but that couldn't of been nothin' to his singin'.


•Bob Cousy and Bill Sharman were, in their day, the quintessential backcourt combination, the playmaker who needed a sharpshooter and the sharpshooter who needed a playmaker. They apparently teamed well together off-court, too, judging by their nine-year roommate relationship (1952-60).

Each had his cross to bear, however.

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