The beginning of the end....
The beginning of the end for me at MCC came the next year, 2014-15. We went 21-9 overall, and 17-5 in the ACCAC. There were plenty of really good moments, such as the development of Khari Holloway into a Division1 All-American. He was a sophomore, who in old school parlance “paid his dues”. This happens less and less these days, it seems, as players are not willing to bide their time and learn from others. Khari’s freshman year, he played point guard behind Shyheim McClelland, who was a great leader and skilled athlete at the position. Shy would lead us to that 26-5 season, and was the heart and soul of a great team. Khari battled him every day in practice and they really went at it, which is exactly how position competition should be, right? Shy got most of the game minutes, however, and Khari spent a lot of time on the bench. Shy missed a game right after the Fiesta Bowl, and Khari took the job at the point and had a 14 point, 10 assist game against Scottsdale, leading us to victory. The very next game with Shy back, he hardly played. The thought that he might transfer never really entered our minds, so we didn’t agonize over having to play Khari just to keep him happy. He was a great teammate, even though he was getting a lot of pressure from family and friends to leave. He would come into the office more than any other player we ever had and watch film and try to learn. He would always be in the gym working extra on his skills, and was thankfully surrounded by other teammates who did likewise and fully supported his efforts. After Shy left, Khari rightfully felt the job was his and he intensified his training. It was getting harder for us to duplicate the kind of players we could put around him, as prep schools and small NAIA colleges in the area had begun to go after the same players we did. Khari really carried the team, and ended up leading the nation in Division 1 free throw percentage at 93%. He was not someone you wanted to foul late in the game. Khari was eventually named to the NJCAA Division 1 All-American Team.
As mentioned, the team was not as talented as the previous year, but they still fought their way to the number one seed in the conference play-offs. We managed to get to the championship game of the Fiesta Bowl tournament, which was astounding, before losing to San Bernardino CC from California in the championship game. We also played Indian Hills, Iowa, who was ranked number 1 in Division1 in our gym that season. Khari had a sensational game, but we ended up losing in overtime. We beat Arizona Western in the first round of the conference play-offs, but lost to Cochise College in the Region 1 championship game. It was really a good season, but had a dark cloud hanging over it that would impact the rest of my journey at MCC.
In the fall, we held our annual retreat, returning once again to Flagstaff. As we had done many times previously, we rented a house for the weekend. It was a beautiful place- big enough for the whole team- and had a gorgeous view of the San Francisco Peaks. One of players would be celebrating a birthday that weekend, and unbeknownst to our staff, some players had conspired to bring some brownies that were laced with marijuana to the retreat to help celebrate. Marijuana was still illegal at that time, and even if it wasn’t, this would not be something that we would condone, and the players knew it. They took great pains to hide the brownies and ended up putting them in a location at the house that they felt would be safe from us. Our second night at the house, we took our annual dinner trip to Bun Huggers in Flagstaff, and during the meal, one of the players- the one who was celebrating his birthday- passed out and hit the floor. Not all of the players were involved, but the ones who were complicit in the brownies knew what had happened. Our player had a bad reaction to the brownies he had ingested at the house earlier and had become ill. No one told us that and we were frantically trying to figure out what had happened, and were beginning all of the CPR steps as the EMT’s arrived from the hospital, which was thankfully right down the street.
One of our assistant coaches, Cory Hoff, went to the hospital with the ambulance, while our other assistant and myself escorted the rest of the team back to the house. We were getting constant updates from Cory, and very quickly found out the root cause of our player’s condition. The EMT’s, in a college town like Flagstaff, had seen this situation many times. They told Cory that the player had ingested too much marijuana and would be OK under observation in a short time. The police were notified, but after talking to the hospital staff, basically laughed it off. Flagstaff, after all, was a college town. Within a couple of hours, the player was released from the hospital and rejoined the rest of us at the house. While we had been waiting for his return, the other coach and myself met with the team in the living room. I was still trying to figure out what happened and none of the players seemed to know the cause. We were guessing a cold or the flu, or perhaps dehydration and all of the players seemed as mystified as I was. Then the phone call came in from Cory telling me that it was marijuana. The room got real quiet after I told the team, and asked them if they knew anything about this? At first, no- they knew nothing. Then, a group of three or four stood up and said that they, in fact, knew where the marijuana had come from. Within a short time, the main elements of the story were unwound, and we decided to pack up our stuff and cut the retreat short. I told the team that we would meet on Monday to determine what sort of discipline to mete out for all of this.
The plan was to meet with my staff on Monday morning to discuss what would be done to the players who were involved with the incident. Bringing marijuana to a team event was not only stupid, but it was illegal, so our athletic director was going to have to be notified. I decided to have the team meeting first, to lay out the punishments from the team standpoint; then notify the AD of the event. There was one player who had brought the brownies, thus making it a must to remove him from the team permanently. There were other players who were made aware of the brownies, including the birthday boy, and they were going to be suspended for an indefinite period from practices, plus given a healthy dose of running. And it turned out that one of the assistant coaches had known about the brownies beforehand, as well, and he was terminated from the staff.
These were severe, and I thought just actions taken by us. I then notified the AD, because the young man who brought the brownies was, in my opinion, liable to legal action. Then, all hell broke loose. The AD turned the information over to a college vice president, and this is the kind of stuff that they feast on. It is why I tried so hard to never bring any problems to them, but in this instance, there was no choice- someone had broken the law. A full investigation was ordered and other VP’s got involved. All players and coaches were interviewed. One VP told me “your players really love you”, as if she had never seen our program in action or knew anything about it, which she hadn’t or didn’t. The AD called me and asked me why I hadn’t called public safety immediately as the incident unfolded. I reminded him that we were up in Flagstaff, and that we had called public safety another time for a flat tire on I-17, and they said there was nothing they could do, because we were off campus.
Bottom line, someone higher up had to be responsible for all of this, and the administration’s logical choice was me. Even though I knew nothing of the brownies and commanded the situation as I thought anyone in a leadership position would, they had to close the case and put it in a file with an adult held accountable and punished. Ironically, they never involved the Mesa police in any way, and the young man who brought the brownies was never charged with anything. The punishment? I would be suspended for a week without pay, and our upcoming trip to South Plains, Texas to open the season would be cancelled. That trip had already been paid for with non-refundable airline tickets to the tune of about $8,000. That was all fund raised money that we would never see again, so this was not a light punishment.
I never felt the same about MCC again after this season concluded. Given all that we had done to advance the program in our years up to this one, the punishment seemed excessive and unfair. I made up my mind that it was time for me to leave. I wanted one last moment of satisfaction before walking out the door, and that would be that they would have to hire one of my assistants to take over the program. Little did I know that it would take six years to pull it off.
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