Great guy. I remember when his Dad was killed while Steve was a college player. Solid player for Cleveland. And then for Da Bulls. Actually met him while waiting in line to get in to Walker Brothers pancake house in Chicago shortly after he left Cleveland to join Chicago. I turned around, and there he was, right next to me. I said 'hi', shook his hand. Told him we'd miss him in Cleveland, wished him luck with the Bulls. Chatted for a bit. Really nice, regular guy. My brother's story is that his daughter is the same age as his, and played in a traveling volleyball league that played against his daughter's team . So they're all in Florida together, hanging out at some bar, and they see Steve Kerr. One Dad in my brother's group is a former American Gladiator, is still huge, looks like a kick sand in your face and then kick your ass kind of guy, but is actually a really nice guy. Just looks like he'll kill you for the sport of it. Kerr sees him across the bar. He tells his friend 'damn, look at that guy. I wouldn't want to meet up with HIM in a dark alley!' Kerr's friend happens to know a guy in my brother's group so tells him what he said and how funny it'd be to set Steve up for a scare. American Gladiator guy says sure, it'll be fun. Walks over to Steve Kerr, 'accidentally' bumps into him, spills his drink. Says 'hey, what are you doing, you want a piece of me tough guy? Let's step outside and settle this.' Kerr's face fills with terror. 'No, man! I don't want any trouble! Let me buy you a drink!' Kerr is a little guy. Very peaceful, avoids fights. American Gladiator guy stares him down for a few seconds, the bar gets really quiet. Kerr looks like he's having a panic attack. American Gladiator guy laughs, 'nah, I'm just fuckin' with you. Your buddy over there set you up!' The whole group is cracking up, they buy Steve a drink. All good. He's a great sport.