Hawk’s complex tale leaves us wondering what might have been

New York
During Julius Erving’s first few weeks playing at Rucker Park in the summer of 1971, having signed with the ABA Virginia Squires following his junior year at the University of Massachusetts, the ‘D.J.’ on the courtside mike, Plucky Morris, alternated calling him “The Doctor’, “The Claw” (hands big enough to Palm Sunday, I authored at the time … and time and time again, and again now) and “Little Hawk.”
It wasn’t just Plucky; we were all guilty as charged of likening Erving’s splendor, extension cord appendages and 1-handed stretch-limo swoops to The Almighty Hawk, Connie Hawkins.
One sweltering afternoon, Connie, an ascendant hand-me-up from the ABL, Globetrotters, and ABA, whose surgically repaired right knee declined to work or play outdoors a day longer, appeared at 155th Street and Eighth Avenue, off the Harlem River Drive, to scope the new kid above the halo.
Full column available at: patreon.com/petervecsey

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s