I was on the Lee Rose "Renegade" team that practiced against that team. Drake Morris and Scobby Scearce were my two favorite guys on the team. They both were extremely friendly and would talk to us when we had time at practice (we had separate locker rooms) and were just hanging around. Just like his personality seemed in the game, Scobby always had something to say, which I don't think Rose particularly loved about him. Rose was rather distant (to us Renegades, certainly) but to the player too. At least that's what I thought about him.
I would often play a couple one-on-one games with Drake after practice; we'd play to eleven baskets, make it take it. He would take really tough fade-away shots and not work too hard on defense until I would get up something like 9 to 4 or 8 to 2. Then he would get all over me on defense and start taking it to the basket and come back and beat me. I was as tall as Drake, but I couldn't really stop him one-on-one with no help defense. But I could also score on him; the offense always has the advantage, no matter how athletic the defender. So every now and then (not too often) he's miss a shot and I'd be able to score enough to beat him to 11. He'd immediately want a rematch, but I was a butthead and would say no; I'd tell him that I was taking the win and running away so I could tell my roommates that I beat Drake in one-on-one. But the next day, (or whenever I'd be at practice; we Renegades didn't have to be there every day) he's wink and remind me at practice that we were playing one-on-one after practice. Then he'd have no mercy.