There are some coaches in college basketball who always seem composed. They may be churning below the surface, but outwardly they're calm, keeping everything bottled up until a player makes an errant pass or an official's call goes the other way.
Gregg Marshall is not one of those coaches.
The sixth-year coach of Wichita State is the fly that fell in the can of Red Bull, perpetual motion personified. He stalks the sidelines in his jet-black suit for 40 minutes every night, his screaming voice augmented by his flailing arms and stomping feet. He'd be wasting his time if he wasn't talking to four people at once - calling for a sub, conferring with an assistant, ripping a referee, all while ordering up the next play.
''We don't always do things perfect, and when we don't, he can get loud,'' admitted Carl Hall, a senior forward. ''But he just wants to win. That's him. He's all about winning.''
He's been doing plenty...