On a July day at Nike’s Peach Jam AAU event in South Carolina, father and son — head coach and head coach — sat side by side, each with the same leg crossed over knee, each with their hands clasped in front of them.
They spoke with the same Long Island accent. Their laughs displayed the same symmetry; their jokes, the same dry humor and sharp wit. If you were to catch them coaching on the sideline in an intense moment, their faces would contort in impressive congruity beneath near-identical hairlines.
Yes, Minnesota coach Richard Pitino is Rick Pitino’s son — obviously and unapologetically so.
“People ask me all the time, ‘Was it tough being Rick Pitino’s son?’ ” Richard said. “And it’s not. I’m extremely proud to be his son. I’m extremely fortunate to be his son. I embrace it every single day. I would be silly to hide from it.”
Hide, he doesn’t. His father, the coach at Louisville and a two-time national champion, is his longtime inspiration and closest confidant.
Now 17 months and two jobs away from last working for Rick, Richard still communicates with his dad on a near-constant basis, talking basketball and talking life.
“We probably text 30 to 40 times a day,” Rick said. “And talk [on the phone] at least once or twice.”
When Richard Pitino accepted the Minnesota job this spring, Rick got the first text message — quickly scooting off a call with officials from the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame to call his son.
In his office at the University of Minnesota, Richard’s walls are studded with framed pictures of him and his father. At Louisville, when the Cardinals went to the Final Four in 2012 and when they won the championship this year. At the Kentucky Derby this spring, when one of Rick’s horses raced. And on the golf course — one of the places they both can relax.
But if you really want to know who Richard is, you can’t stop at the physical similarities. The most notable traits the son shares with the father are his fierce dedication and desire.
Rick Pitino always had wanted to name a son after himself.
But when his wife, Joanne, gave birth to their first, she refused.
When the second came, she allowed it as a middle name.
For the third, she gave in entirely.
That one became the coach.