During the string of fast breaks and dunks to build a lead the Bulldogs couldn’t touch, Hamilton ambled up and down the sideline. Sometimes he sat in the middle of the bench, all but anonymous if you didn’t know he was the head coach. He resumed pacing, occasionally grinning or stroking his chin. Once he kicked the air after a missed three-pointer. Those small displays of emotion were exceptions, however. Most of the time, Hamilton’s face remained expressionless, no matter how excited his players got as the minutes ticked away.