During my years at State we spent tons of time at the Hump. Usually we would go to class and then head over to watch practice and do a little homework when things were boring. I would guess my Junior and Senior year I probably went to about 60% of the afternoon practices. When you do that you get to know the coaches in a fan kinda way. Richard used to come over sometimes while they were running the boring drills and chat so one day he came over and commented on how we were always there. One of us commented that we were "the super fans" and Richard replied, "nah, if you were super fans you would be here for the 6 a.m. shoot around". Turns out two of us had that damn 7:00a class in Allen Hall that year (was it Sociology? can't remember but the good teacher would only teach it at 7:00a) so we got our asses up the next morning at 5:45a and trudged to the Hump. Richard called us the Super Fans for the rest of the year.
Also, if you didn't know it Richard could be a real dick during practice (which is what made it so fun to watch). I remember one day, I think it was Greg Anderson, was coming down the court on layup drills and instead went for the dunk. He clanged it off the rim and Richard immediately stopped practice hollering "a dunk is a one-hundred percent shot" at the top of his lungs. So he lined up everyone on the end line, except Greg, and made them run suicides. Funny ****.
I have tons of Dick stories. A great coach and a god guy. Hate he went out the way he did and hope things are going well for him.