It didn’t matter. With his massive hands and ridiculous hops, Erving dominated. “A lot of times, he’d bring the ball up the floor himself, especially if it was a fast-break situation on a missed shot,” Brennaman said. “If he got the rebound, he’d make that decision, I’m going to kick it to the guards and maybe get it back. Nobody in the league could run the floor better than he could. … There was nothing he could not do. He could handle the ball in traffic; he could handle the ball when the floor was open and pick his spots. “I saw him one night in a playoff game down in Miami against the Floridians. I think he scored something like 53 points. … It was stupid. The numbers he put up were truly unbelievable.