I'm often asked what I think of coach Bob Knight.
Usually, this happens after someone confuses me with him, which is kind of odd. He is at least an inch taller and has a head full of white hair.
Plus, he wears red shirts and sweaters, which is something I've never done. And, I'm always very polite to the press, even though I'm a media critic.
But since you asked, I'll be blunt:
I like the guy.
He's a rough-hewn American original and one of the greatest coaches in history. Unlike many other coaches who treat their players as mere mercenaries, he insists on excellence on and off the court. This is why he has one of the highest percentages of players reaching graduation, and why so many of his former players speak highly of him.
I don't like his profane ways or his lack of self control. Since he is in a leadership role, he could have set the kind of example we've seen in stand-up guys like Joe Gibbs, Tony Dungy and Cal Ripken. Gentlemen, but very tough gentlemen.
Let me stop here for a guilty confession. I'm glad Knight threw that chair across the court, because I have gotten a lot of mileage out of chair-throwing jokes. But it was bad. Bad, bad, bad.
And as far as his temper, well, it's … bad. There's no sugarcoating it. People ought to be able to visit a salad bar in
Still, with all of that, he is a great American. Neither Indiana University, where he won three national championships and coached for 29 years, nor the U.S. Military Academy, nor Texas Tech, from which he abruptly retired in mid-season yesterday, have been accused of breaking the rules. Knight draws players to his teams because they know they will be playing for a tough taskmaster, a proven winner, and a molder of character.
If players didn't have character before joining one of Knight's teams, they picked it up faster than a loose ball or were gone. Even the superstars knew who was boss. In 1984, he coached the
When Knight was feted on the court on January 1, 2007, after setting the all-time record for games won by a Division One basketball coach, he allowed us to see a different kind of Knight. He appeared surprised at himself for getting choked up, as if a guy with his kind of stick-it-in-your-eye attitude should never get all misty. He might also have been wondering, as three-time Super Bowl-winning quarterback Tom Brady did in a TV interview before this year's game, “Is this all there is?”
I've winced over the years when my evil twin would get caught in a rant, or grab a player by the neck or do something else that made negative headlines. I've actually prayed that the Good Lord would shake him to his shoes and use all that raw talent and leadership to a far greater calling. And that could still happen.
But in a time of ultra-sensitivity, when real men are advised to be more like the ladies, a lot of us were thinking (to ourselves) that there goes one untamed son of a gun, the kind that braved the Atlantic and settled the West.
Next time I'm confused with Bob Knight, I'm going to say:
“Yeah? What of it?”
Robert Knight is director of the Culture and Media Institute, [1] a division of the