Eleven Rings: The Soul of Success by Phil Jackson and Hugh Delehanty:
I’ve always felt that there is a strong connection between music and basketball. The game is inherently rhythmic in nature and requires the same kind of selfless, nonverbal communication you find in the best jazz combos. Once when John Coltrane was playing in Miles Davis’s band, he went off on an interminably long solo that made Miles furious. “What the fuck?” Miles shouted.
“My axe just wouldn’t stop, brother,” Coltrane replied. “It just kept on going.”
“Well, then, put the motherfucker down.”