There is a constant low rumbling in the nearly immaculate hallway. In the heart of the Davis Center, the rumbling, stemming from a thousand hidden vents, is the hum of the Villanova basketball machine. Multiple doors are spaced down the long stretch, but none of them are open, and the blinds on the windows have been pulled. Even the doors to get into this section of the Davis Center are closed, and the blinds are down. Most students are not allowed in this hallowed space, and their presence is accompanied by stern glances and the occasional “What are you doing back here?
Basketball manager undertakes humble role behind the scenes
