A superstar turns 41

Everyone has his/her own personal Michael Jordan. If you were attending, oh, Syracuse in the early 1980s, it was Pearl Washington. Were you a student at Cleveland State in the mid-80s, Mouse McFadden was the man. There was Steve Alford at Indiana, Kevin Houston at Army, Billy Donovan at Provdence, Taylor Coppenrath at Vermont, etc … etc. In the early 1990s, my Michael Jordan was Spencer Dunkley. This was, as far as I’m concerned, the heyday of University of Delaware basketball. Prior to the 1991-92 season, the Blue Hens had never made the NCAA Tournament. But then a coach named Steve Steinwedel recruited a bushel of talented ballers. He found two athletic forwards, Mark Murray from New Jersey and Alexander Coles from Virginia, and a gutsy wing named Anthony (Sweet) Wright. His point guard, Brian Pearl, came out of York, Pa. The centerpiece, however, was Spencer Dunkley. A gangly, awkward project out of Wolverhampton, England, Dunkley was as raw as raw gets. He played one...