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I see that today’s article title looks a little “shaky.” I’m at a point where it’s harder to stay between the lines, so I hope what I write isn’t a conglomeration of hodgepodge. This is especially true since we’re clear on how much I still love and respect The Game. I’m going to make an attempt to just write what comes to mind in hopes it is well received and respectful of “Her.” I always preferred winning pretty, but in a playoff game, “ugly wins” can be a thing of beauty. Just put lipstick and a blue ribbon on that pig and take it to market. There’s something enchanting and seductive about the aroma of a clean gym floor. If you’re a true basketball coach you get it. Perhaps Byng, where I toiled 21 years as the boys coach will allow for my funeral to be held in the gym, so I can get one final whiff. Ahhh… Basketball is a game that demands both mental and physical toughness. A pet peeve of mine is to watch players lay on the floor like they’re dying, stop the game, and then hop back up to the applause of the fans. The pros and NCAA men players are the worst. With pros they may have to call a coroner to the court.
