Last Dance

I’ve decided to spend my flights home reading John Feinstein’s book Last Dance.

This isn’t the fiery, blunt Feinstein who angered Bob Knight two decades ago with A Season on the Brink. Predictably, Feinstein has mellowed — he’s still an excellent craftsman with great insight and access — and this work reads like a long, well-researched love letter to the NCAA Tournament. He traces the history of what’s now the most popular sporting even in the country by talking to the men and women who have shaped it.

Anyway, it seemed somehow appropriate to give it a read after the Hoosiers’ unofficially began the season over the weekend.

Kelvin Sampson made it clear as soon as he got to Indiana that his goal was to win a championship. He’s been to one Final Four. A few more — or a single championship — and he’s a Hall of Fame coach.

By the way, Sampson’s name appears nowhere in the book, which is 367 pages long and has an index 11 pages long.

Think the next time someone writes a retrospective of The Tournament Sampson wants to be left out?