a basketball camp that he co-ran with Bob Lanier. Honestly, was a top 5 highlight of my adolescence. Played a casual 1 on 1 with Bob (got killed, but did get him to leave his HUGE feet with a pump fake and drove around him to lay it in), played in the camp all-star game as a sophomore with Eric Turner playing point (I played 2). Our team was ET, some dude going to Eastern, another to Toledo, and the center ended up at WMU. And me, who had no interest above NAIA, ever.
Anyhoo, Vitale picked ET and me to demonstrate how big guards should post up. In front of 3-400 campers, all solid players from metro Detroit. I was defending ET, and Vitale screamed "NO, NO, NO!! at me me because instead of fighting through a pick, I slid by to pick up Mr. Turner on the cut (would still defend the same way). He ran out, grabbed my arm and dragged me around - "you go HERE, then HERE, and if the guy beats you on a cut, then you rely on your teammate down low", spitting all over me the whole time. His eyes were bugged out of his head, his face was purple and he was PISSED.
Lanier cut in and said something like "But if you don't want to bust through a pick, you do what this guy did". Vitale was furious at being undermined. They glared at each other, and Bob low-fived me.
I was but a pawn in the whole ordeal, but I'll never forget it.