IT IS ONE of the mandatory questions for any coach, player or sports executive returning to this place, like "Geno's or Pat's?" or even where they were for those rarest of events, a victory parade.
"Did you ever boo?" I asked John DeFilippo at the end of an interview the other day, forgetting for a second who he was, and more important, who his father was.
"Never," he said, the smile disappearing from his face. "Never. Ever. Here's why: My dad was in it. My dad was even a coach when I was younger. So I knew the hours involved.