Tuesday, February 05, 2008

John Feinstein: Knight's Best Was as Good as It Gets

Special to washingtonpost.com
Tuesday, February 5, 2008; 1:25 PM



Intense until the end, Knight doesn't like what he sees during what turns out to be his final game, a 67-60 victory over visiting Oklahoma State.

It is never easy or simple with Bob Knight.

His decision to walk away from coaching two-thirds of the way through his 42nd season is bound to be questioned and, in some quarters, criticized. But who among us would expect him to leave the game in a predictable fashion. If there has been one consisent about Knight, it is that you can never predict what he will say or do next.

He's not the first iconic coach to walk away in mid-season: John Thompson left Georgetown eight years ago after the Hoyas had dropped their first four Big East games and to this day has never really explained the timing. Lefty Driesell did the same thing at Georgia State five years ago and did explain his thoughts: "I woke up in a motel room in Nashville one morning, looked around and said, 'I'm 71 years old; what in the world am I doing here?' " Dean Smith quit on the eve of the first practice prior to the 1997-98 season because the idea of going to practice didn't excite him anymore.

The truly great ones, the ones who put every drop of energy they have into what they do, often reach a point where, very suddenly, it occurs to them that they aren't what they once were. Their energy level isn't the same; their enjoyment of what they do isn't the same; their desire isn't the same. And, in most cases, they aren't winning as much, and every one of them craves winning.

For all his success, Knight had reached a plateau at Texas Tech that was well below where he wanted to be or thought he should be. His work in six-and-a-half seasons there was admirable: four NCAA tournament bids, one trip to the round of 16. But that's a long way from the glory days at Indiana; all the Big Ten titles; the five trips to the Final Four; the three national championships. Knight last won a national title in 1987; last went to a Final Four in 1992. In his last 14 seasons as a coach he reached the round of 16 twice and never went beyond that.

At some point a man who takes every loss as a personal affront was going to get tired of that. He had set all the records he was going to set. He had won his 900th game, and his team was 12-8 and spluttering along in the middle of the Big 12. There had been losses to Sam Houston State and Centenary and, recently, a 26-point loss at Texas.



Knight did not know it at the time, but his No. 6-seed team's 77-57 loss to No. 11-seed Pepperdine in the first round of the 2000 NCAA tournament at the HSBC Arena in Buffalo, N.Y. was his last game as Hoosiers' coach. Knight returned to the NCAA tournament in 2002 with Texas Tech and also exited in the first round.

Army Coach Jim Crews, who played on Knight's first national championship team in 1976 (the last undefeated college team) and then coached under him for eight years, almost predicted this three days ago. Crews is as bright and thoughtful as anyone in coaching and understands Knight as well or better than anyone who ever played for him or worked for him.

"I just wonder how much longer he's going to want to do this," Crews said when the subject of Knight came up Sunday. "I remember looking in the paper and seeing they had lost to Centenary and thinking, 'Wow, I just can't imagine what it must be like around there [Lubbock] right now.' I think there's going to come a point where he says, 'Enough is enough.' I wouldn't be surprised if it was sooner rather than later.' "

Crews probably didn't expect it this soon, but he obviously knew what he was talking about. Those who will criticize Knight for walking away from his team will miss the point entirely: There is no doubt he believes it is better for his players to be coached by an energized Pat Knight than by a worn-out Bob Knight. That's a fact.

His legacy will always be a mixed one and that's the sad part. The chair (1985) will always come up and so will Puerto Rico (1979); the LSU fan in the trash can (1981); Neil Reed (1999); his firing at Indiana (2000); the salad bar incident with the Texas Tech chancellor (2004) and on and on.

There's no excuse for that behavior or for the bully act he frequently put on or for some of the emotional abuses he heaped on players and assistant coaches and, for that matter, close friends. Those who try to justify that behavior are just as foolish as those who refuse to acknowledge all that he accomplished.



Adore him or abhor him, no one knows Knight better than his son, Pat. A four-year reserve for his father, Pat played his last game at Assembly Hall as Indiana defeated Iowa, 110-79. Knight said that his son, who is currently the head coach designate at Texas Tech, was his favorite player of all-time.

Most who played for him swore at him frequently while they were with him and swore by him after they left. His often convoluted notions of loyalty could make life very difficult, but almost everyone who has ever been around him for any length of time would agree they learned from him and that if you dealt with all the baggage, he would be there for you when you needed him.

Knight was never easy on any level for anyone, but he was often worth all the trouble.

I certainly fall into that category. The season I spent with him (1985-86) was one of the most fascinating and frustrating periods of my life. The access he allowed me provided the material to make "A Season on the Brink" a bestseller. After the book was released, Knight called me every possible derogatory name he could think of because he said I had told him I would leave his profanity out of the book. It became an ugly dispute, and to this day, I know there are people who believe I betrayed Knight.

We made up eventually, carving out what could best be described as a civil relationship in recent years. When I wrote a book about Red Auerbach several years ago, Knight and I talked at length because Knight would have done anything for Red.

Often, I'm asked my most vivid memory from the time I spent with Knight. There are so many - both good and bad - but one sticks with me because it says so much about who Knight really wanted to be.

He and I were sitting in a Bob Evans in Indianapolis at about 1 o'clock in the morning on the eve of Indiana's game in a holiday tournament against Mississippi State. Knight was talking at length about his team's lack of toughness when a boy approached the table very gingerly. Almost always in public situations, Knight was extremely approachable as long as people were polite.



The 1984-85 season ended on this day at Madison Square Garden for Knight and star point guard Steve Alford. But it was author John Feinstein's A Season on the Brink that made Alford, now the coach at Iowa, famous for his tempestuous relationship with Knight. Feinstein was allowed full access into the inner workings of Knight's basketball and personal life. While Knight did not enjoy the final product, readers did. The season-long chronicle of Knight's 1985-86 team became a New York Times Bestseller.

"Coach, I'm sorry to interrupt," the boy began. "But I wonder if I could ask you a big favor."

I began reaching for a pen, assuming the youngster wanted an autograph. I was wrong. His name was Garland Loper, and he was 12 years old. He explained to Knight that his father and brother would like to meet him.

"Of course," Knight said. "Where are they?"

Garland pointed across the restaurant.

"You see, Coach, they're both deaf and mute," he explained. "They talk through me. They'd like to say hello to you if it's okay." Knight instantly waved over the two older Lopers. They signed to Garland, who spoke to Knight, telling him how much they loved Indiana basketball and how proud they were of him and his players. Knight was clearly touched by all three. He took down their home address and phone number and sent the entire family Indiana memorabilia and souveniers. He also invited them to a game.

Prior to the game, Knight took the Lopers into the locker room. He introduced them to his players, and then Garland again acted as the family spokesman so he, his dad and his brother could speak to the players. When he was finished, the room was absolutely silent.

"Boys," Knight said as he always did when his team had visitors. One by one, the players lined up to shake hands with the Lopers and introduced themselves.

When the Lopers had left, there was a long silence, and then Knight said, "Boys, I don't ever want to hear again how tough your lives are."

That was his pregame talk.

To this day, everyone on that team with whom I keep in touch remembers that scene.

There's no wiping out all the moments of Knight's bad behavior. They will always be part of his legacy.

But so too will the Loper family. That was the best of Bob Knight. And there is no arguing that his best was as good as it gets.

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