Okay, fine. Perhaps "bench Nazi" was a little harsh. Maybe the guy that has to pray that the event coordinators put out an exact amount of chairs has an important job to do that doesn't involve killing fun at a moment's notice. I just can't even begin to formulate a guess as to what that would be since he's a full six seats past the bench warmer he immediately gripped up. I would think someone that has any say whatsoever in what transpires on the court would at least be within shouting distance of Rick Pitino, so I think it's with good reason that I assume he's just Louisville's resident dictator of discipline.
Regardless of this wet blanket's role in the program, I think we can all see the hilarity in him going after the frail white kid that looks like he made a pitstop at a 'Supercuts' on his way from his high school graduation to the second round of the NCAA tournament. I'm not saying he wouldn't have grabbed a 6'6 black player by the collar when he was using his breather to liven up the bench, but I have a feeling that interaction would have gone much, much differently if he did. This stickler probably just wanted to make his presence was felt on the big stage, and I would imagine the only way he's allowed to do so is by making sure the bench mob doesn't act like they've had one too many at a frat party and by double checking the statistician's math.