"He asked me to hold the phone and when he came back, he said, 'Frank, I can't split them up that way. But I can give you 60 on one side of the Garden, all of them together.' I told him that wouldn't do. He said, 'Why not? You still get 60 seats. What difference does it make if they're all together?'
"I told him. 'Jack,' I said, 'these are for friends of mine. Now half of my friends are cops and the other half are robbers. I can't have the cops and robbers sitting together!' "
The Cadillac turned in at a restaurant on the highway just outside of Chapel Hill.
"I'm hungry," said McGuire as he got out of the car. "I never did get seconds of that pot roast tonight."
In a booth inside the restaurant, McGuire studied the menu. Suddenly, he looked up and said: "It just came to me how I'll solve that problem of picking a captain this season. Instead of trying to settle on one of the men from last year's team, I'll make them all captains. That solves my problem. They can rotate."
The waitress was waiting for his order. McGuire smiled off into space, obviously pleased with his decision.
"What's it going to be, Coach McGuire?" the waitress said finally.
McGuire looked up at her. "What," he said, "do you hear from that husband of yours?"
The girl beamed. "He's being discharged from the service next month, Coach McGuire. He'll be flying home from Japan any day now."
"He's never seen the baby, has he?" said McGuire.