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HERE'S A SWITCHEROO—A COACH WHO CONCLUDES WINNING ISN'T ANYTHING
Ray Lovett
December 27, 1982
When Zimmer called with the invitation, I sensed that it was a moment that would change my life.
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December 27, 1982

Here's A Switcheroo—a Coach Who Concludes Winning Isn't Anything

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"I want black."

Shaken by their shameless desire for rewards without effort, I determined to instill discipline and order from the start.

At the gym I realized that I had forgotten my diligently prepared practice outline and accompanying speech. Worse yet, I had left the whistle behind. Running third-grade basketball practice without a whistle is akin to driving a brakeless tractor trailer downhill. The yelling made me hoarse.

I began asking questions.

"How many players on a team?"

"Eleven."

"Seven."

"Two. We should start with two and then add more."

"In basketball you don't do that," I said.

"Five."

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