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I met Lute Olson once. And by met, I mean he nodded and smiled at me as I was waking up from a nap on the University of Arizona mall. I thought I was imagining stuff, as Lute had been pretty sick and wasn’t coaching. Other people began to notice him, and a sizable crowd began to form. He was the grandpa of Tucson, Arizona. RIP, Lute. Bear down.