“The only secrets, if there are any, are good teaching of sound fundamentals, intelligent handling of men.”

And prevent the ball from going into the pivot man.

I’ve always envied the kind of coach who could go completely out of his mind and nobody would know the difference.

I wouldn’t give one iota to make a trip from the cradle to the grave unless I could live in a competitive world.

I believe that good defense embodies seven cardinal principle

Point the ball on all long shots.

But I’d rather be the most-hated winning coach in the country than the most-popular losing one.

There are no secrets in the game.

No easy baskets.

I know I have plenty of enemies.

If they don’t let me coach, they might as well take me to the Lexington cemetery.

If a Coach is determined to stay in the coaching profession.

He who controlleth the backboard, controlleth the game.

Force your opponent into low percentage shots.

Success is the best builder of character.

Control everything within 18 feet.

A sound system of play, and the ability to instill in the boys a desire to win.

You get one piece every four to six weeks, you don’t know what kind of shape that piece is gonna be in when you get it, but you still gotta pay the handling charges.

I had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.

When I use the word ‘healing’, by that I mean that every disease has a physical element that we’re very good at handling, but there’s always a sense of the violation. ‘Why me?’ ‘