You think you know Mike Krzyzewski, don't you?
After watching him prowl the Duke sideline for more than 34 years, with his jet-black hair combed just so, you've got him pegged.
Look how he stares at the officials, his body language practically dripping with condescending superiority. Or how about the stares -- the ones that could wither concrete -- that he turns on his players?
He's so structured, so damned rigid. He must have been fun as a child; probably doesn't have a playful gene in his body.
And what of all that success as a head coach? He's won four national championships, and then, when the Dream Team was as good as gone, led Team USA to two Olympic gold medals. Sunday he could claim his 1,000th college win against St. John's at Madison Square Garden.
That can happen only if a man is obsessed, so consumed by his job there's no room for a hobby or even a life, right?
That's Mike Krzyzewski, a stiff, superior, stone-faced cyborg.
"Mickey? He's just one of us," says Ed Stanislawski, calling Krzyzewski by the childhood name his oldest friends still use. "He was, he is, a regular guy."
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