The Eyes of Texas are Upon Brown

The youthful looking forty-something coach had told everyone who would listen he wasn't going anywhere. His team, the media, the fans. North Carolina had become home, and he was just dandy there, thank you. Kids in school. Roots. A wife with a lucrative land development business. Perhaps more compelling, Mack Brown had a top ten program two-years running, a program he had nutured from the brink of abandonment 10 years before. Those close to Brown, personally and professionally had seen the man champion through two 1-10 seasons and a divorce from his college sweetheart to work hard, building and earning the good things in life: a top-notch staff; a Tar Heel program kids didn't have to be pleaded into visiting anymore; a team that was growing an identity in the shadow of one of the nation's basketball dynasties; and yes, a happy and fulfilling marriage. But Texas was just one of those