The coach gestures like an overcaffeinated child, frantically pointing here and there. He runs across finished hardwood--part of the pristine workout facility at the Baylor-Tom Landry Center--warm-up pants swooshing, directing players like a traffic cop at a broken light. Basketballs thump in a kind of asymmetrical chorus, and the air is heavy and smells of sickly sweet perspiration. Reporters, front-office types, and more assistant coaches than Uganda has citizens watch from... More >>>
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Spalding-eating grin: "The newness of all this is still really cool," Cuban says. "You just can't believe it."