The coaching carnage begins anew
So Doug Collins hangs ‘em up again, Lawrence Frank and Byron Scott both get fired and the NBA does its NFL imitation by whacking coaches the day after the regular season ends.
Right? Or wrong?
I can’t really speak to too many of the specifics in each case because I’m not around Philly, Detroit or Cleveland to really know enough but it strikes me that – once again – coaches pay the price for, frankly, not doing enough with limited talent at their disposal.
It’s not fair, but then life never is, because I don’t think Lawrence Frank or Byron Scott became “bad” coaches all of a sudden; I would presume they did as much as possible with the rosters at their disposal and, as the old saying goes, you can’t make chicken salad out of chicken poop.
But the thing I find interesting is whether Frank and Scott will once again get on that zany coaching carousel and find head coaching jobs in the future.
Both have had success in the past when they had to be considered “good” coaches and with what seems to be a limited pool to choose from, I’m sure you’ll hear their names mentioned for head coaching jobs in the future.
That’s a problem, isn’t it?
Teams – and their fans – are often loathe to accept as head coaches people with no experience but the track record of recycled coaches isn’t very good.
I would think that some GMs need to be a bit more bold in their hiring practices, try to find new people to elevate to a top job and then give them the support and time to succeed.
I entirely get the idea of finding someone with a track record because it’s the safe route to take and GMs – always with their own futures in mind – prefer safe to risky. They can sell a guy who’s been a head coach before far more easily than someone with no experience, sell them to both their bosses and the team’s fans.
But going out on a limb, taking a shot, is the kind of bolder move that I appreciate. Giving someone new their first chance – and then not pulling the rug out from under them too quickly when things inevitably go poorly – is the kind of leadership I like.
This is nothing against guys like Frank or Scott or even Collins – he left of his own volition and you have to respect that – but recycling isn’t the way I’d go except in a very few situations.
Yes, there are good unemployed former coaches out there – Jerry Sloan, the Van Gundys and Phil Jackson come quickly to mind – but the merry-go-round of the second tier and their inclusion in every new job search is tiring.
And not effective.
Oh, you knew I was going to do this, didn’t you?
It was Hall of Fame night last night so it’s only logical.
Sorry to some of you but I can’t resist.
Here’s the deal: Need some more mail, and if I get it all done while decompressing this afternoon, will put two files together and have wee mailbags each weekend day. Sound okay?
But you have to do your part. It’s email@example.com and it’s always nice to hear from you.
And if you are wondering what we've already answered, here's yesterday's chat
As part of our Nothing But Net thing yesterday (here’s the main item in case you somehow got busy and missed it), we had this little look at five free agents out there for you to digest.
And, no, it’s not exactly an overwhelming list but I do think it’s kind of realistic given all the various circumstances.
There won’t be untold riches in the kitty for Bryan to spend thanks to the moves he’s already made and the way the roster is constructed right now.
The only possible new starter – barring anything earth-shattering happening – would be a tough four but other than that, they are looking for backups and depth.
And you’re not going to spend crazy money on them.
The list of available free agents is hardly overwhelming anyway; some dopey GM is going to overpay and give Josh Smith a maximum value contract that the team will regret in about 18 months but past that, there doesn’t seem to be any significant movement on the horizon.
So, unless Bryan goes berserk on me and starts major more major change, this might turn out to be a calm summer.
(Yes, I know, the Jinx is now officially in place).
So I’m out walking Super Dog in the dawn hours this morning and two things come to mind:
I need Super Son to get his butt back from a school trip to Philly so he can do some dog-walking duties …
And, I can hear the birds chirping and it’s a nice, calm morning.
(And if I ever type anything ever again about birds chirping, you as my friends have permission to give me a slap in the head)
All right, part of Decompression Day Vol. 1.0 included a bit of the early evening on a stool in a place with a lot of TVs (Hi, Jack Astor’s Square One!) and a few of them have the TOD game on.
It was the first one I’ve watched even remotely closely since opening night – work/life always got in the way – and I have to tell you:
I am dead tired already of shots of fans in the seats eating popcorn and apparently having all kinds of fun, the number sponsored bits and in-inning advertisements is shocking and having an ad superimposed on the hitter’s background in the center field is shocking.
It really takes away from the game and I understand they need to make money to pay the salaries and build interest in a somewhat sluggish start to the season but, yeesh, it’s entirely over the top.
The one thing I didn’t see – and was quite glad for it – were repeated shots from a center field bar; that was the worst part of the opening night show.