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Elliott and the friends with whom he recorded in middle school in Texas (photo courtesy of Dan Pickering)
Bob Knight is gone, and good riddance.
I know. Winningest coach in men’s Division I basketball history. Graduated an absurdly high percentage of his players. Never, ever, neverevevever cheated. Did nice things that nobody ever heard about such as taking care of former player Landon Turner, whom — as, uh, everybody knows — Knight helped after a crippling car accident.
Great coach, great teacher. Good riddance.
Knight, 67, abruptly resigned Monday as coach at Texas Tech, citing exhaustion and handing the team over to his designated successor, his 36-year-old son, Pat. The younger Knight says he’d talked his father out of retiring a year ago and again a month ago. Not this time. So now Pat Knight gets to follow a legend never having established himself as anything other than the coach’s kid. Good luck, kid. You’re going to need it.
The good news for Pat Knight — who for all I know will become the next John Wooden — is that the world can now safely go back to ignoring Texas Tech men’s basketball. That’s what it had been doing way back when. I mean Sunday.
For all the talk of an era ending with the last of the tough, old-school coaches walking off into the sunset, Bob Knight had ceased to be relevant years ago. For most of the last 20 years, he’s only gotten his name in the papers when he pulled off his trademark move, bullying someone who for whatever reason wasn’t in a position to fight back.
The signature moment of this last part of his career was the 1995 press conference he held up for several minutes while he publicly berated some NCAA volunteer for passing along the incorrect information that Knight wouldn’t appear. It was vintage Knight: He was whaling on probably the single most powerless person in the building.
Knight and his supporters will talk your ear off about following the rules, doing things the right way, about how that’s what’s important, and about how all anybody wants to remember is that he threw a chair or slammed a phone or slapped a player or chewed out some clerk.
They’ll tell you that his insistence on following the rules is the reason Knight, the one guy old Diogenes was looking for with his lamp, didn’t get to coach the same kind of talent the other all-time great coaches did. He couldn’t and wouldn’t compete with the cheaters for the elite talent.
To use one of Knight’s favorite words: Bullshit.
Certainly that was part of it. Plenty of 18-year-old kids who can write their own ticket are going to take the best deal they can get without giving much thought to the NCAA rulebook. But come on. In the 28 years since Isiah Thomas went to Indiana, not one future NBA All-Star was honest enough to go with Knight and play by the rules?
Elite athletes, honest and otherwise, knew that they could go plenty of places and get top-flight coaching, first-rate facilities and a shot at a championship — and an education, if they wanted one — without being screamed at and grabbed and head-butted and choked and whatever other nonsense.
It wouldn’t have been cheating for Knight to coach in the NBA, put his coaching methods and basketball acumen to the test in the best league in the world, but he wouldn’t do that for the same reason he didn’t bother with NBA-bound players in Bloomington and Lubbock: He couldn’t bully NBA players.
The Knight chorus — which, it’s important to note, includes most of his former players — will go into iambic pentameter about discipline and molding young men. But who was more undisciplined than Bob Knight?
If he had an ounce of self-control, the slightest ability or desire to tame his own impulses, his career would be ending not with his slinking off in the middle of the season in a relative basketball backwater, but as the much-respected coach of a perennial power, if not Indiana than some other giant in the Big Ten, ACC or Big East.
If Bob Knight had a player with the same lack of self-discipline that Bob Knight the coach had, the kid wouldn’t have made it to Thanksgiving of his freshman year.
Convicted felons aside, Bob Knight is probably the single famous sports figure I’d least want my kids to grow up to be like.
Even the way he’s leaving is vintage Knight. He just couldn’t take it anymore, he said, he was worn down. So he’s going out on his own terms, “My Way” playing in the background.
He gets some leeway for being 67 years old, but he was 66 and 11 months five months ago when he signed a three-year extension. He’d been through 47 college basketball seasons as a player, assistant coach and head coach. He couldn’t anticipate he wouldn’t get through this one?
He’s saying his departure now gives Pat Knight a chance to coach the team for 10 games, get them ready for next year. Two Texas Tech starters, leading scorer Martin Zeno and Charlie Burgess, are seniors. Did they sign up for the end of their careers to be a valuable learning experience for next year’s coach, possibly at the cost of a Tournament bid?
You think Knight would cotton to one of his players or coaches abandoning the team at midseason, with a Tournament bid still in play? No chance. That’s not doing things the right way.
Bob Knight loves the right way, loves the rules. It’s just that most of them have never applied to him.
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Heatmiser publicity shot (L-R: Tony Lash, Brandt Peterson, Neil Gust, Elliott Smith) (photo courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
Elliott and JJ Gonson (photo courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
"Stray" 7-inch, Cavity Search Records (photo courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
Elliott's Hampshire College ID photo, 1987
Elliott with "Le Domino," the guitar he used on "Roman Candle" (courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
Full "Roman Candle" record cover (courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
Elliott goofing off in Portland (courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
Heatmiser (L-R: Elliott Smith, Neil Gust, Tony Lash, Brandt Peterson)(courtesy of JJ Gonson photography)
The Greenhouse Sleeve -- Cassette sleeve from Murder of Crows release, 1988, with first appearance of Condor Avenue (photo courtesy of Glynnis Fawkes)