You had to be there, up close every night, to fully appreciate that John Stockton was more than just a fine point guard.
     
He was a Rembrandt, Caruso, Nureyev.

Others did great things, flashier things, even more things, but nobody passed so precisely.
     
Magic Johnson was an aberration who could play any position, each nearly as well as the other. Pete Maravich was a spectacular passer, but much of it was showboating. Isiah Thomas first looked to score.