“Try to say friggin’ and flippin’.’”
In 1989, when Chris Hill, the athletic director at the University of Utah, was in the process of hiring the best, and most ungovernable, basketball coach to ever anchor a bench in the state of Utah, he pulled out a yellow legal pad and in longhand sketched out a contract as he was flying to Seattle to finalize the deal.
Knowing Rick Majerus’s proclivity to use, shall we say, rather colorful language from time to time, Hill inserted the above-noted provision…