Coach Ballard Blog #62
- By countdown1
- Blue Chips
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On the passing of Bob Knight...
Definitely the end of an era, as if the turning of the page in basketball across the nation meant that he could no longer be part of this world. He could not exist in the same place with NILs and transfer portals taking over the game that he loved.
It was my great fortune as a coach to meet and spend time with John Wooden, Dean Smith, and Bob Knight- three of the four spots on the Mount Rushmore of basketball coaches that almost everyone agrees on. My fourth spot would go to Royce Youree, who I had the luck to play for, coach with, and have as a lifetime mentor. I saw the respect that coaches at all levels had for Coach Youree, who was also named by the Arizona Republic as the Coach of the 20th Century in Arizona, so it's not just me.
I met Coach Wooden at an ASU practice one day when his former player, Steve Patterson, was the head coach. He was sitting alone and so I wandered over to him and introduced myself. He immediately invited me to sit down and we talked about many things- in basketball and out, for the next hour. When we parted, he even invited me to come visit if I was ever in Santa Monica. I know he meant it, but I never was so presumptuous as to take him up on it, as much as I wanted to.
I met Dean Smith at the first coaching clinic I ever attended, which was at Mission Bay in San Diego. I got to the session with Bill Foster, the then head coach of Duke University, and was late. The room was full, so the only place I could find to sit was a long table that had a large coffee maker and some fruit juice containers. I sat down and a few minutes later, someone came in and sat next to me. I turned to say hello and to my shock, it was Dean Smith. He was going to be the next speaker and had gotten there early. After saying a polite hello, I noticed that Coach Smith had a cigarette tucked inside his curled up fingers, obviously smoking it and then trying to hide it. It was a great segue to open a conversation and I said "I didn't know you smoked." Brilliant, right? But, he said "Yes and it is a very bad habit that I wish I could quit." We then talked for the next thirty minutes- just like with Coach Wooden- about basketball and other things.
In the fall of 1987, I knew Coach Youree's system well, having assisted him. I wanted to see someone in the profession who everyone said was great and have some basis for comparison with what I had learned. Bob Knight was considered great and was just coming off an improbable national championship earlier that spring. I mentioned to my good friend and coaching colleague Bill Farrell that I wanted to see Coach Knight in action- at practices. Bill was intrigued and one thing led to another and we found ourselves in Bloomington, Indiana for the first practices of the '87-'88 season. We had to fly to Indianapolis and rent a car to get to Bloomington. The route took us through Martinsville, the hometown of John Wooden. The movie "Hoosiers" had just come out and the drive to Bloomington in October brought the movie home to us. We even passed by Larry Bird Ford, which had a parquet wood showroom floor. For guys who loved basketball like we did, this was Mecca.
When we got to Bloomington, the first practice was just starting. Coach Knight has closed practices and for a person to get in, you had to be on a list, which we fortunately were. It was the first day of the new season and we were two of the four people who were allowed in. One of the others was the President of the University. We were taken to some seats that were reserved for us. Now, this was in Assembly Hall, which seats 18,000, and us four had designated seats. Talk about dotting every i and crossing every t.
To make a very long story short, we spent five days in Bloomington and it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Here is what you should know about Coach Knight. He used profanity extensively in practice to prepare his players for the crowds in the Big Ten, who are to this day some of the most obscene and unruly fans anywhere. He used profanity with most of the media- not with the few who he respected. He did that because he had a contempt for the media and knew they would have to bleep his answers. When you spoke to him in his office or in other private settings, he rarely said a bad word. He was a brilliant coach and tactician and reminded me of Coach Youree in his understanding of how important the little things were to teach. His players loved him, because he put them in positions to win games, because he demanded the best from them and himself, because he helped them off the court in so many ways including years after their time in Bloomington was done, and because they became part of his extended family. Families can have issues here and there as we all know, and certainly when Steve Alford became a coach, he and Coach Knight butted heads, but a few days ago I saw Steve get choked up just looking at a picture of him and Coach Knight on the bench together after winning the 1987 title. After regaining his composure, Alford said how much he loved the man and how much he had meant in his life. That is what sports is supposed to do for us.
Finally, Bob Knight gave me the best single piece of advice I ever got. I had questions as to why Indiana would put so much pressure on the perimeter players, but allow the ball to be passed to the post, which put the ball right in the middle- the most dangerous area. I thought, as I had been taught by Coach Youree, that you must deny the entry pass to the post. I still believe that. We were out on the court after one of the practices when Coach Knight came up to me and pondered my issue with his technique. He then put his arm around my shoulder and gently, but firmly, turned me to where the gigantic national championship banners were hanging from the ceiling in Assembly Hall and said: "you know, coach, when it comes down to it, there's all kinds of ways to get it done." That stuck with me my entire career and made me respect how other coaches do their work. It was not up to me to criticize them, but it was up to me to prepare for them. It made me a better coach and I thank him for that.
Rest in peace, Coach. A job well done.
Definitely the end of an era, as if the turning of the page in basketball across the nation meant that he could no longer be part of this world. He could not exist in the same place with NILs and transfer portals taking over the game that he loved.
It was my great fortune as a coach to meet and spend time with John Wooden, Dean Smith, and Bob Knight- three of the four spots on the Mount Rushmore of basketball coaches that almost everyone agrees on. My fourth spot would go to Royce Youree, who I had the luck to play for, coach with, and have as a lifetime mentor. I saw the respect that coaches at all levels had for Coach Youree, who was also named by the Arizona Republic as the Coach of the 20th Century in Arizona, so it's not just me.
I met Coach Wooden at an ASU practice one day when his former player, Steve Patterson, was the head coach. He was sitting alone and so I wandered over to him and introduced myself. He immediately invited me to sit down and we talked about many things- in basketball and out, for the next hour. When we parted, he even invited me to come visit if I was ever in Santa Monica. I know he meant it, but I never was so presumptuous as to take him up on it, as much as I wanted to.
I met Dean Smith at the first coaching clinic I ever attended, which was at Mission Bay in San Diego. I got to the session with Bill Foster, the then head coach of Duke University, and was late. The room was full, so the only place I could find to sit was a long table that had a large coffee maker and some fruit juice containers. I sat down and a few minutes later, someone came in and sat next to me. I turned to say hello and to my shock, it was Dean Smith. He was going to be the next speaker and had gotten there early. After saying a polite hello, I noticed that Coach Smith had a cigarette tucked inside his curled up fingers, obviously smoking it and then trying to hide it. It was a great segue to open a conversation and I said "I didn't know you smoked." Brilliant, right? But, he said "Yes and it is a very bad habit that I wish I could quit." We then talked for the next thirty minutes- just like with Coach Wooden- about basketball and other things.
In the fall of 1987, I knew Coach Youree's system well, having assisted him. I wanted to see someone in the profession who everyone said was great and have some basis for comparison with what I had learned. Bob Knight was considered great and was just coming off an improbable national championship earlier that spring. I mentioned to my good friend and coaching colleague Bill Farrell that I wanted to see Coach Knight in action- at practices. Bill was intrigued and one thing led to another and we found ourselves in Bloomington, Indiana for the first practices of the '87-'88 season. We had to fly to Indianapolis and rent a car to get to Bloomington. The route took us through Martinsville, the hometown of John Wooden. The movie "Hoosiers" had just come out and the drive to Bloomington in October brought the movie home to us. We even passed by Larry Bird Ford, which had a parquet wood showroom floor. For guys who loved basketball like we did, this was Mecca.
When we got to Bloomington, the first practice was just starting. Coach Knight has closed practices and for a person to get in, you had to be on a list, which we fortunately were. It was the first day of the new season and we were two of the four people who were allowed in. One of the others was the President of the University. We were taken to some seats that were reserved for us. Now, this was in Assembly Hall, which seats 18,000, and us four had designated seats. Talk about dotting every i and crossing every t.
To make a very long story short, we spent five days in Bloomington and it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Here is what you should know about Coach Knight. He used profanity extensively in practice to prepare his players for the crowds in the Big Ten, who are to this day some of the most obscene and unruly fans anywhere. He used profanity with most of the media- not with the few who he respected. He did that because he had a contempt for the media and knew they would have to bleep his answers. When you spoke to him in his office or in other private settings, he rarely said a bad word. He was a brilliant coach and tactician and reminded me of Coach Youree in his understanding of how important the little things were to teach. His players loved him, because he put them in positions to win games, because he demanded the best from them and himself, because he helped them off the court in so many ways including years after their time in Bloomington was done, and because they became part of his extended family. Families can have issues here and there as we all know, and certainly when Steve Alford became a coach, he and Coach Knight butted heads, but a few days ago I saw Steve get choked up just looking at a picture of him and Coach Knight on the bench together after winning the 1987 title. After regaining his composure, Alford said how much he loved the man and how much he had meant in his life. That is what sports is supposed to do for us.
Finally, Bob Knight gave me the best single piece of advice I ever got. I had questions as to why Indiana would put so much pressure on the perimeter players, but allow the ball to be passed to the post, which put the ball right in the middle- the most dangerous area. I thought, as I had been taught by Coach Youree, that you must deny the entry pass to the post. I still believe that. We were out on the court after one of the practices when Coach Knight came up to me and pondered my issue with his technique. He then put his arm around my shoulder and gently, but firmly, turned me to where the gigantic national championship banners were hanging from the ceiling in Assembly Hall and said: "you know, coach, when it comes down to it, there's all kinds of ways to get it done." That stuck with me my entire career and made me respect how other coaches do their work. It was not up to me to criticize them, but it was up to me to prepare for them. It made me a better coach and I thank him for that.
Rest in peace, Coach. A job well done.