Journal Sports Columnist
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He stands in front of his bench during a recent Providence College basketball game at The Dunk.
The PC band is playing.
The Big East banners hang from the rafters.
The large crowd is in an uproar, the emotion almost a living, breathing thing.
He is wearing a dark suit, the sweat all but fast-breaking down his face as he claps his hands, urging his players on, telling them to fight through the pressure, fight through the noise, fight through the tension, fight through all of it.
This is Ed Cooley's world, this magical place where even his childhood dreams couldn't have matched the reality of his life today.