CLEVELAND — The garage door was solid.
Fortunately for the Boylen brothers, it did have a slight give to it. At least enough to catapult someone back onto the court, just in time for another brotherly elbow to be delivered.
That was the price of beating the opponent to the rim at the Boylen house in East Grand Rapids, Michigan.
“When I got to about 15, 16, [years old] we couldn’t finish a one-on-one game because it would end in a fistfight . . . with either brother,” Bulls coach Jim Boylen said with a laugh, staring out of the car window at a group of houses off a Cleveland highway.