I've talked about this before, but will add some more. I met Reggie Theus in 1985 when the Kings first came to Sacramento. He was 28, 6'7" and I was 32, 6'5". We both had reputations as "ladies men" - and I'll leave it at that. He was (and is) definitely not more than half-inch taller than me which goes to prove that such NBA heights are fudged and not measured in bare feet. We hung out in that period (1985-88), at places like Confetti nightclub, Baxter's nightclub, Peppermill Restaurant, his condo in East Ranch and he came to a private party I co-hosted annually not far from where he lived at the time. One of the first things I noticed about Reg was a lot of Sac people had all sorts of opinions, but none had ever met the guy or really knew him if they did shake his hand once. I did know him fairly well and when I mentioned some of the crazy nonsense floating around, how I thought it was mostly jealous types, he said with a grin, "life isn't fair." In fact, no matter what the negative vibe I often heard him go with that little rather disarming expression. But what impressed me the most about Reggie Theus was a certain discipline and professionalism - mostly only the best NBA players have it. He absolutely never went out on the town the night before a game. He never drank alcohol after a game or ever that I witnessed (OJ on the rocks his standard) and he was certainly not into drugs. One night I saw him a few hours after Derek Smith was traded to the Kings from the Clippers (both top scoring gunners) and he was not real happy about it - but he seemed to shrug it off quickly. I often saw him looking at VHS tapes of NBA games to prepare or review various personnel match-ups while just relaxing around his condo after maybe shooting pool out on town or doing the same at home. Again, not the constant party boy or pretty boy out out every night stereotype that apparently started long before in Chicago when he got the Rush Street Reggie name. As months went by I saw his raw toughness as well, with the famous smashing up his face in a bloody blob against an Arco basket support, resulting in broken nose and loose teeth - yet continuing to play after whipping himself clean on a towel thrown his way. Much later, I saw him in 2000 when his Hang Time TV show gig was over and he had not much going on. He was doing some AAU basketball stuff, but seemed almost in mid-life crisis. To his credit he was as active as ever in his charity work and that was the reason he was back in Sacramento on a particular chilly winter day. Yep, life wasn't always fair, but he hoped something was going to break his way eventually as far as coaching basketball - a new passion he was exploring. It finally did break in Louisville, Las Cruces and back home in Sacramento, and that's a passion that I'm sure will now keep him busy for a long time into the future - regardless what that future holds.