RIP.
I have a love/hate affair with Knight.
I think his coaching style was very Babcock-ish.
It worked in the 80s/90s... it wouldn't work now.
We can respect that for what it was... I think.
Side story:
(long untold story - but I have to do more work in my household than typical husband)
There was this one day where I had to carry 4 plates to the dinner table - and one of the kids left their shoes laying around the perimeter of the table.
When you are trying to carry 4 plates, you can't see the ground where your feet are walking. Shouldn't be an issue... right. We all know our homes.
But..
I stepped on the shoe and my ankle twisted. Two of the plates went crashing down (full of plated dinner for 1 kid + 1 adult) and in trying to save it I banged my toe AND knee on the nearest chair, twisted, fell into the dinner table and my coffee cup went sideways across the rest of the table. I said some very 4-letter-ish things. Two neighbor kids were at our house and were sitting on the couch while we "speed-ate" dinner because the kids wanted to play (****ing) Roblox with them. Both kids used it as an excuse to not want to eat dinner any more and I - of course - had to give the one adult-dish to my wife (she cooks). So I had to clean a shit ton of food off the floor, didn't have dinner myself, had one of those toenails filling with blood and a banged up knee. Pretty damn close to a rage (and not the type to want to yell at my kids in front of their friends)... so I took that wooden chair outside onto the porch and basically destroyed it against a railing WWE-style / Garth Brooks concert-guitar-smash style. My wife said all the kids watched with their mouths open and then went home to tell their mom what Mr.XXXXX just did.
So... since then... Bobby Knight... I feel you.
Sometimes... it's the chair that has to feel the pain.
RIP good sir.