I never got it. Truly. The Bobby Knight thing. I never got it.
Oh, I get the record. I get the 902 wins. I get the 29 20-win seasons. The three national titles. The numbers speak for themselves.
But I never got the man. I never got why he had to be the way he was, never got whom he seemed to be so damn mad at all the time.
I never got the attitude. The anger. The jerk.
Men I admire spoke otherwise of him. men who played for him. Men who endured the attitude. The anger. The whip.
They said otherwise. They said he was great to play for. They said he was what they needed.
They said he helped them become men.
But so did a lot of other men, and they did it without the attitude, the anger, and without being a jerk.
Bobby Knight retired tonight. Smack dab in the middle of college basketball season, he up and quit. No one seemed to know why, or have any warning. His son Pat is now the head coach of Texas Tech. Good for him. Pat said: “He was tired.”
If Bobby Knight is indeed retired, then what do we do? Do we celebrate a maker of men? Or do we just say, well, bye?
I never got it. Some people did. Just not me. So I’ll say, well, bye.