Growing up ‘Hugo’ and coming home again...

(Fourth in a Series) 1977-78 became a mystical basketball season. I couldn’t believe the talent I had. I didn’t inherit a broken down Plymouth with over 200,000 miles but a souped up Dodge Charger that was ready to race. Unequivocally, there were zero expectations with basketball since Hugo hadn’t been going to the playoffs. It was a perfect place for a young, first year head coach. I learned a…