Having gone to Bobby Knight's Roundball School in 1971--the summer in between Army and Indiana--I was able to see a different side of Knight. Let's just say there were no favorites played at camp, and some of the kids who went there from my hometown didn't last the week. I believe the ranking of number two for one of his assistants at the camp is apropos for the head dookie, though.
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