On Thursday on the way to open practice, a rock destroyed my windshield. I looked at my 10 year old son, who was the reason we went to practice, and said " we ain't leaving without a signature now". Fast forward, and Hurley is walking out the tunnel with wife and son, my son yells out " coach Hurley can you sign my basketball?!". Hurley was already past my son on the way to the court. He stops, leaves his family, and not only signs my sons ball, but chats him up. He legitimately is the best coach in America. I love watching ppl hate on him. They don't know him. He's a good dude. I was proud when I told him he's the best coach in the county. His reply? " i appreciate that brother"