RIP Bobby Knight

Something I missed when my last paper went to design hubs, being able to get late-breaking news in. I've told the story before of the night of Matt Cain's perfect game. I had my one chance at an interview with a local Olympian that might. And, since the game was near his home, let the other half of the department work from home covering an all-star softball game. Laid out 70 percent of the front before I went to the interview because what could happen, right? Took an all-nighter (it was a pm), but redid the page on the fly to give Cain's game the proper play. All I could think when we went to the hub is we'd have a 10-inch story with a mug - maybe.

 

Should have come to NCSU's campus the day it occurred. We were out in a courtyard between a bunch of dorms. Could have heard a pin drop. And none of us were students when Valvano was working the bench.

 

NSFW, obviously. Also, keep in mind that Knight died on All Saints' Day.

 

I know of at least two that did for sure.

 

Bob Knight was my dad

 

That was really good.

 

It was really good, and it could also be applied to the question of why do some people like Fatfuck: Nobudduh tellz him whut ta dew. He duz what he wantz and nobudduh kin dew shit about it.

 

That's fine and I'm a sneering punk too and nobody likes a little idiot contrarism and reflexive oppositional defiant disorder more than me, but you know what? In a functioning society, you can't just do whatever the fuck you want, you have to follow rules and laws and shit.
And if anybody's got to follow rules, if average schmucks like you and I have to follow rules, then silver spoon rich fucks like Fatfuck and big time basketball coaches like Bobby Knight should follow the rules too.

 

I thought he did a nice job of addressing that with the very last sentence. And yes, until November 2016, we all understood what it took to be part of a functioning society. Now 60-some million people don't want to do that anymore.