Hours after finding out his father had been shot twice in the head and killed on the other side of the world, Steve Kerr sat on the bed in his dorm room at the University of Arizona and received teammates who came to offer condolences.
Lute Olson, the first-year coach who’d been desperate enough to give Kerr a spot on his team, sat there with him.
What most of Kerr’s old teammates remember is that he did not have much to say.
He had, upon hearing the news via phone from a family friend, gone running into the streets aimlessly.