I was raised on Indiana basketball. The candy-striped pants. The five championship banners. The unfettered hatred of everything from West Lafayette. From early childhood through college, I knew going to Hoosier games at Assembly Hall was a staple of my life. But my most vivid memory of Bob Knight in Bloomington came on a golf course.
Knight loved playing golf almost as much as he loved coaching basketball. Granted, he was significantly better at the latter. Tales of him losing his temper on the course were just as common as those of him tearing into a ref from the bench. (I desperately urge you to watch this grainy video.) And I’ll never forget walking up to the driving range mats at Indiana University’s golf course as a little kid and seeing Knight smack long irons into the distance. I don’t remember how many expletives he dropped, or what his ball flight looked like. All I remember is that he was huge.
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