Flip Saunders loved to talk basketball. Absolutely loved it.
Didn't matter the occasion, whether it was on or off the record, at morning, noon or night. Flip was at his best talking basketball.
The man had a million basketball stories, usually involving one of his million friends, former teammates or coaches.
His laugh would accentuate his raspy voice as he recalled something zany from his days in the CBA or Dinkytown.
He'd seen a lot in his basketball career, both as a player and coach, and he stockpiled those memories and kept them at the ready for whenever a conversation veered a certain direction.
In my dealings with Flip over the years, that's the thing that always stood out, just how much he truly loved the game and loved talking about it.
Conversations weren't always about strategy and Xs and Os, but when they were, he taught reporters covering the beat a great deal about the game. He possessed a wealth of basketball knowledge.
Basketball gave Flip a college education and a comfortable life, and he never seemed to take the game for granted. He always showed a healthy appreciation and respect for what basketball afforded him.