The Big Man knew. The Big Man had a plan. Sure, he had plenty of Xs and Os spinning around in that bald head of his, but he also had hopes, dreams, goals and plans. Big plans. Plans to build a program. Plans to transform a program. Plans to tear down all the old bad habits and all the losing ways and re-teach the right habits, instill a winning confidence from the ground up. Plans to motivate, whether it meant yelling, screaming, prodding, pushing, pulling or hugging. Plans to win, and keep on winning, until someone noticed that his team was special. If only someone had noticed sooner. Why did The Big Man have to wait so long? Why didn’t someone give him this chance before he was 54 years old? Why didn’t they see past the expansive waist and the vacant scalp and spot the real deal? Why didn’t they understand that the big man was a head coach just waiting for a time and place to
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