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Going for the Jugular
Rick Reilly
May 29, 2000
To recap, if Indiana basketball coach Bob Knight goes postal one more time with anyone—a player, a fan, yes, even a sportswriter, he's fired, see ya, thanks for stopping by the booth. Knight being civil to a sportswriter is like a Doberman being civil to a pork chop. So, to test Knight's self-control, we've carefully placed him in this 20-foot-by-20-foot plexiglass booth with the door bolted and locked.
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May 29, 2000

Going For The Jugular

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A low blow there, and Knight is doubled over! No, wait! He's going for the chair! He's going to heave it! But the poodle has him by the pant cuff! Now he's screaming into a vase! That's not a violation, but we're getting close! Now Officer Silva uses his key to leave the booth! Uh-oh, he left the door ajar! Now Tiffany's moving toward it!

Coach, with this "zero tolerance" thing, it looks like your school's president is setting you up for one last giant embarrassment. So, my question is, if firing is inevitable, why not sit back and enjoy it?

That's it! That's it! I've never seen someone lose it quite like this! For god's sake, somebody fire the tranquilizer gun!

Not at Knight, you morons! At Tiffany! She's going to reposition the poor bastard to death!

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