“That’s a terrible experience every year,” Jane said. Then it gets better. Don gets back into his routine. He wakes up early at least three times a week to go play tennis. He tears through mystery novels and tutors calculus during the day. Then he goes off to coach, hangs out with his assistants afterward, and returns home to watch old movies.
But once the season ends, except for the two years when Needham won it all in 1968 and ’95, Don stops sleeping.
“He has a period of letdown and sadness where he’s not fully happy again until the next year,” she said.
If Needham wins the state title this year, there has been speculation that this could be it for Brock.
Hauben swears he hasn’t even thought about who would replace Brock when he decides to . . . well . . . Hauben calls it “the R-word.” The athletic director says he will post the opening online.
The clock is ticking past 9:30 p.m. Tuesday and Brock is still sitting on the cold bench.
The assistant coaches have been waiting patiently, but they are eager to find warmth.
“Fine,” Tallino shouts. “We’ll see you there.” His hands full, Tallino grabs two bags stuffed with soccer balls and slings them over his shoulders.
“No, no,” says the 5-foot-2 Brock, waving him off. “Leave the balls. I’ll get them.”
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