Hartford Courant
Clifford Robinson was prickly but joyful, aloof but driven, unpredictable but steady, and if ever there was a time when these little contradictions intersected it was June 27, 1989.
New York City. NBA draft. Robinson, a front-row guest following a standout career at UConn, heard 10 names called at Madison Square Garden’s Felt Theater, then 20 and more from there.
The first round concluded with Robinson still on the board. So he left abruptly, walking out a back door, onto the Manhattan streets and, as only he seemed to understand, into one of professional basketball’s truly unique runs.