Nabe Palmer was the point guard, and he was the worst I've ever seen. He was a turnover machine who couldn't shoot and had tiny, Trump-like hands.
Randall "little head" Leath was also on that team as a sixth man who would had the amazing ability to pick up a foul as soon as he stood up from the bench. He had a tiny pin head that looked circus-like on his 6-11 frame. Interesting story on how he got such a tiny head:
Randall was walking on a beach one day and came across a strange-looking bottle. He rubbed the bottle and a stunningly beautiful Barbara Eden-esque genie came out of it. The genie said to Randall, "I'll grant you any wish that you desire."
Randall, having not gotten laid in a while said to her "Oh baby, I wanna get down to some serious sexual intercourse with your hot, genie ass. Let's get it on!"
The genie replied, "I'm sorry, I can't do that Randall," upon which Randall replied, "Well how 'bout a little head??"