When Arkansas plays Alabama tomorrow night the color analyst will be Bobby Knight, which has sent a few inquiries as to why I don’t write or say his name.
Obviously, I do now.
I did go about 10 years I would not say or write his name.
What happened was about 14 years ago when he came to Little Rock to speak at a fundraiser for UALR, featured as a family night get together, Knight, of course, was foul-mouthed and then he started in on something I had written and said I had to be the son of a prostitute.
My mom, 75 at the time, heard it on the news that night and cried for a week. No one had ever called her a prostitute.
A few years ago my former pastor, and still close friend, Robert Lewis asked with a smile if I thought my not writing Knight’s name showed forgiveness on my part.
Since then I have written his name, but not very often.
My mom is 89 now and doesn’t remember it, but that isn’t unusual for her any more.