I know it’s been several years since you officially hung up your whistle and rode your tractor off into the sunset. Nevertheless, I don’t know what else to call you other than “coach.” I think I speak in behalf of all Jazz fans when I say that you’ll always be coach — especially in our hearts.
You’re a permanent fixture on the mantlepiece of Utah basketball and your spot is forever reserved.
When news broke about your diagnosis, I wish I could say I was shocked. You’re an old man and this is what happens to old men.