Review: ‘Hi, My Name is Dicky’ a gritty account of a former NHLer’s path to sobriety
TORONTO — Richard Clune remembers the drive — the pain, the anxiety, the uncertainty, the fear.
It was the spring of 2010 and Clune, who had made his NHL debut earlier that season, was finally on the road to getting the help the 23-year-old knew he needed in his crippling addiction battle.
With his younger brother, Matt, at the wheel, they drove through upstate New York in a torrential downpour home to Toronto. Clune wasn’t sure he was going to make it.
“I was in the acute withdrawal phase,” he said in a recent interview with The Canadian Press. “I couldn’t sit still for a second. The most logical thing at that point in time for me was to go jump off a bridge … literally.