The country’s most weirdly wonderful player can be found in Eugene, Oregon, because, well, why not? When you’re born on the Caribbean island of Saint Lucia, then immigrate to Montreal, trek to New Mexico and from there to Wyoming, you always parachute next into Eugene, right?
A 6’10” forward with a body by Twizzler who swats shots with alarming frequency, Chris Boucher bravely holds his ground in the paint against huskier players. For kicks, he also steps out 20 feet from the rim and drills shots from deep, which makes him rather typical in that regard, no? A springy shot-blocker who often shoots threes like a guard. Those players cost five cents a dozen, right?
It wasn’t but four years ago when Boucher confined his game to a neighborhood park, dribbling to nowhere special and standing tall on absolutely nobody’s college basketball radar. He didn’t play organized ball until he was 19, although his Oregon coaches and teammates, marveling at his rapid development and realizing his importance, suggest he’s right on time.
http://bleacherreport.com/articles/2619146-the-montreal-mutombo-oregons-chris-boucher-hardened-by-poverty-long-journey
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