
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The last thing Nuggets coach Michael Malone did before taking a plow from behind by a 4,500-pound truck was curse. “It’s rush hour. Bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway, So I come to a stop, look up to check the rearview mirror. And I see this frickin’ blue-and-white old Ford pickup truck, barreling down on me,” Malone said. “The guy never hit his brakes. I have just enough time to say: ‘Bleep!’ And then … boom!” On the next to last day of summer, exactly one week before Malone opened training camp as coach of the Nuggets for the eighth time, he walked out of Ball Arena and hopped in his Chevy Silverado, with assistant Ryan “Ry-Bo” Bowen riding shotgun. They headed south down the highway so both coaches could be home in time for dinner. Checking a traffic app on his cellphone, Bowen directed Malone to take the off-ramp from…