Craig Sager lived his life in colors. They’re what he leaves behind — in his words, his will, the ways in which he worked, the works he strove to sew — and why, to we who must believe in such designs, he’ll have never really left.
The game was merely the medium. The colors would’ve surfaced regardless, through any of a million palettes, to summon smiles on the other side. But basketball became the calling, in a way that beckons only those with sufficient heart to change it. Sideline reporting was seldom a bastion of color. These were the trenches, to be approached and parsed with all the solemn seriousness becoming of their lot.