Can a James Harden-Chris Paul backcourt work? And other notes

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James Harden and Chris Paul 29.1 and 18.1 points per game, respectively, last season.

By Globe Correspondent 

Emptying Out the Desk Drawer of the Sports Mind . . .

 Can a James Harden-Chris Paul backcourt work without them killing each other over possession of the basketball? Perhaps they should sit down with Jerry West and Gail Goodrich, followed by a chat with Walt Frazier and Earl Monroe. The former pair averaged 52 points and 14 assists between them as the Lakers won the title in 1972. The latter pair averaged 36 points and 10 assists as the Knicks won the title a year later. Alpha males, all. It will take a bit of humility on the part of Harden and Paul, but it can be done.


 Let ’em come. I’m talking about the dreamy-eyed high schoolers who think they’re ready for the NBA. But let them understand that there may be an apprenticeship in the renamed G League for minor league pay and conditions. It won’t necessarily be the glamour life they envisioned. And if they don’t like that, there are other countries to try. Make it like baseball and hockey. What we have now is a mockery of college athletics, and it’s not doing the NBA a great service, either. One and done is a ridiculous state of affairs.

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Bob Ryan’s column appears regularly in the Globe He can be reached at