If Calipari ever lands in trouble at Kentucky - and you figure the chances are fairly favorable - he will be seen running into the arms of the next suitor. That is college basketball. A coach can always outrun his misdeeds because of a university’s unyielding desire to fill its coffers.
That is the ugly sight of a game that inevitability is saved by the passion and spectacle of game night. It is the sight of cheerleaders, bands, rowdy fans and Dick Vitale working himself into a feverish pitch.
It is a game that sold its soul to the highest bidder long ago. It is not going back to a time that mostly exists in only Knight’s mind.
So Knight is left to shout down from his principled mountaintop.
But no one is really listening.