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More Seasons on the Brink
"This is about integrity," proclaimed Indiana University president Myles Brandat the press conference announcing his basketball coach's fate. He was speaking the truth. For, when Brand decided not to fire his good friend Bobby Knight, he was staying true to the university's near 30-year trend of tolerating the coach's intolerable behavior.
Knight has always had his volatile temper, and it's gotten him noticed time and time again: when he reamed out an NCAA media liaison in full public view, when he mock-whipped Calbert Cheaneyin a racially insensitive display, when he threw that chair across the Assembly Hall floor. Once it even got him in serious criminal troublein 1979, Knight was convicted (in absentia) of assaulting a Puerto Rican cop during the Pan Am Gamesbut he didn't pay for his actions then either; authorities were never able to extradite him and stopped trying some years later.
"People in the university knew about Knight's behavior for many, many years," says Murray Sperber, the IU English professor, author, and longtime critic of the coach. "But he has the Knight Protection Racket. When one guy comes forward with allegations, five former players come forward to say he's the best human being who ever lived."
With recent events, however, things seemed different, as if long-lost chickens had come home to roost with a vengeance. Knight's career was on the brink. A smoking-gun videotape, a near assault of a secretary, and suddenly, says Sperber, the once impenetrable Knight defensehe practices tough love, his wicked temper is reserved for the intensity of the sporting world, his ugly style is a winning onelooked like it had real holes.
Where was the love when Knight had his hand around Neil Reed's throat? What does throwing a potted plant and menacing athletic department secretary Jeanette Hartgraveshave to do with the pressures of the playing field? "Where is the heat of combat in calling her an F-ing bitch?" Sperber asks rhetorically. "What does that have to do with the heat of combat?" And how do you rationalize a downright nasty coaching style when Knight's teams haven't been truly successful in 13 years?
Suddenly the IU administration, the local media, even some alumni, were shockedshocked!to discover they had a tyrant on their hands. But the tyrant will remain on campus. "This university is bleeding," Sperber tells Jockbeat. "Their inability to resolve this might mean it'll keep bleeding."
A Devilish Defensive Plan
Some lessons from Sunday's Eastern Conference Finals Game 1, and things to look for in the rest of the Devils-Flyers series: Philly has improved its team speed, a key ingredient to beating stubborn defenses. They effectively traded rushes with the Devs at the game's outset, forcing Jersey into a skating game. Problem is, the Devils are probably quickerand certainly better defensively.
With the game tied 1-1, Petr Sykoradanced away from immobile Philly defenseman Chris Theriento backhand a stoppable shot between rookie goalie Brian Boucher's legs ("That's the one I wish I could have back," Boucher lamented after the game). Seconds later, Dan McGillisattempted a needless body check on Dev Randy McKayat the blueline. A similar challenge in the game's first minute had led to the Devils' opening goal as McGillis ended up decking teammate Simon Gagnerby mistake. This time he got only air; McKay poked the puck to Sergei Brylinwho fed Bobby Holikfor an easy third Jersey goal. On both McGillis blunders, no Flyer forward covered for him. So the Devils, who did not play their best, began weaving their thick defensive blanket, which slowly smothered the Flyers' speed.
If Jersey can exploit Philly's defensive gaffes and take leads, they can neutralize the Flyers' speed and make this a shorter series than many observers predicted. The Flyers might improve as the series progresses, but so might the Devils, and they seem capable of playing any style of hockey that opponents throw at them. That trait wins championships.
JockclipsThink Rickeyis the only one who doesn't hustle? The most pathetic new trend in baseball involves umpires who can't be bothered to sweep the plate and just kick the dirt off with their feet instead. Mark Hirschbeckspent an entire game cleaning the plate in this manner during a recent Mets-Marlins contest, prompting one fan at Shea to yell, "Bend over and clean it the right way, you lazy fuck!" . . .