Luther Wright on right path
I shook a lot of extra-large hands during my long-ago days covering basketball, from Connie Hawkins to Shaquille O'Neal.
But nothing compared to greeting Luther Wright, whose right hand was roughly the size and consistency of a two-pound sirloin.
Remember him? The gentle giant out of Elizabeth (N.J.) High and Seton Hall was 86 inches of raw talent who went on to become a monumental first-round bust with the Jazz.
Wright's sordid post-hoops tale has been told before, but never in as much detail as in his new book, "A Perfect Fit," written with Karen Hunter.
In 192 efficient pages, Wright recounts a series of sexual assaults he endured in his childhood and misuse of drugs and women in his adulthood.
The tone is bluntly matter-of-fact, as on Page 91, when he asserts without irony, "Outside of cocaine, I tried to keep my nose clean."
Now 38 (and north of 400 pounds) Wright appears to be on the right path, happily married, back taking classes and Seton Hall and sober for several years.
(Full disclosure: One day in the late 1980s, when we both were on the New York City high school sports beat, Ms. Hunter beat me handily in a one-on-one game in a Manhattan playground. Sigh.)