Kenny Smith

Kenny Smith
Kenneth "Kenny" Smithis an American retired professional basketball player who played in the National Basketball Association. He played in the NBA from 1987 to 1997 as a member of the Sacramento Kings, Atlanta Hawks, Houston Rockets, Detroit Pistons, Orlando Magic, and Denver Nuggets. Nicknamed "The Jet", Smith was an All-American at the University of North Carolina and a two-time NBA Champion with the Houston Rockets. Smith is currently a basketball analyst, and has won several Emmys for his work on...
ProfessionBasketball Player
Date of Birth8 March 1965
CityNew York City, NY
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