History would suggest the Celtics blew it big time
Gotta do lots of little things today because it’s bright (well, kind of dim, actually) and early out here and I’m not 100 per cent certain my mind is fully engaged.
Okay, this I just don’t get. Not at all. Not sure I ever will.
The Boston Celtics, in their infinite wisdom, gave a six-year contract to a college coach!!!!!!
What was that line?
“Are you on crack?”
Look, Brad Stevens may be the second coming of Red Auerbach or he might be like almost every other college coach of the last quarter century:
An abject failure.
Was sitting around on a stool last night trying to figure out the last guy who made the transition from college coaching to the NBA and I couldn’t come up with one who was remotely successful.
See a consistent theme there?
They were all washouts to a significant degree and why in the world Danny Ainge would think this guy is any different is beyond me.
Now, he might be. Stevens may be able to handle the minefield that is the NBA just perfectly and since the Celtics have pretty much given up on next season anyway, maybe this is the one that works.
But it’s such a different world, I can’t imagine it ending up good at any measure.
These are men, not boys, that he’ll have to coach; he’ll have to deal with players and agents and the money and the ego and the hangers-on that he never imagined at Butler.
Being an NBA head coach is like being a psychologist and you have so many different layers of responsibility it’s not even funny.
I honestly believe you have at least been around the NBA game for a while to “get it” and understand the intricacies of coaching men.
This is fraught with peril. Can’t see how it works at all.
And a six-year deal?
In this day and age when proven NBA coaches – assistants and former head coaches – are getting three year deals from impatient general managers and owners who see them as disposable after about 18 months, six years is nuts.
The current coaches should go on strike or mach on their front offices en mass.
Hat tip, you zany Yankee Irregulars.
Please, be careful. Don’t do anything dumb
Thanks for the tip on Steamworks Brew Pub. Nice night on a stool, the edamame was good, the seafood linguine outstanding and a solid night.
Now, if you could something about this time zone thing so I’m not exhausted by 10 p.m. it’d be much appreciated.
Got a good lunch place? Maybe a walk from the Renaissance for dim sum? If there’s no long nap in my future, I suppose I should eat.
Always welcome. Still lots of folks to hear from.
You know the firstname.lastname@example.org drill, right?
They not exactly getting the band back together back home but they are filling out Masai’s staff pretty well.
On the heels of the Jeff Weltman hiring, they added Dan Tolzman as director of scouting and Tessa Resch as director of basketball operations yesterday.
I know, huge news!
Anyway, the scouting gig is pretty self-explanatory, I’d say, and director of basketball operations covers any number of things like finances, scheduling and making sure things run smoothly.
Things that make me giggle, Vol. 1,202,487:
Saw a bit of the TOD last night and the backpedaling, finger waving, yelling stuff was pretty comical, no?
Love it when the bullpens empty and by the time the 25 guys or so get to home plate everything’s pretty much over and they just mill about because since they’ve jogged that far they may as well do something, right?
Now, there are exceptions – that Dodger-Diamondback fight earlier this season was a doozy – but I always get the impression that the first thought of everyone who wants to start a ruckus at a ball game is: “Oh, oh. What do I do now?”
Okay, so we all know that some of the stuff all-sports TV stations put on these days has nothing to do with sports and is basically filler and proof that there are far too many channels with nothing on.
Today might be the worst and I don’t know how many of you will watch at least a little bit of the Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating contest but if you do, you need to perhaps re-examine your viewing habits.
Hot dog eating? On TV?
Even the legendary Joey Chestnut, who is going for about his 11th straight title or something like that, can’t be that big a draw, can he?
And since I know that when someone has had their fill and there’s no more room for that last wiener that it’s called “a correction” I’m hoping there isn’t anyone who tunes in just to see someone barf.
You can put eating right up there with spelling, poker and darts as must-miss TV.
So I read somewhere that Manu Ginobili’s getting two more years with the Spurs and someone put the number at something like $14 million total and that’s a pretty good golden handshake, no?
But you know what?
I’d 100 per cent rather a 35-year-old who’s accomplished everything that Manu has get a big payday at the back of his career than some 20-something kid with three years in gets four years at astronomical money.
It’s always better, I’d suggest, to pay for performance and contribution rather than pay for hope and promise.
And that’s probably a big reason why I’m not an agent or running a sports team somewhere.