George Karl is currently the worst coach in the NBA. I can't deny his resume. But we are dealing in the right now. And the right now, this moment, it's toxic waste bad.
I don't think there's a coach in the league doing less with more. He's got a current all star, all NBA player. Another 4 time all star in the starting lineup. A career 20 ppt who used to be as reliable as it gets.
And the team has lost 5 in a row and is in a horrible free fall in all ways. He's failed to develop youth. He's failed to connect with his stars (forget Demarcus for a second, what the **** happened to Rudy?). He's failed to connect with his non stars. He's failed to connect with the fans and the media (minus his spokesperson Ailene). Everyone. Karl is on an island right now.
And for me, I'm not mad at George. Not anymore. It's sadness. It's very hard to watch someone great become mediocre, or worse. To go from the loudest, biggest personality in any room, to a barely audible whisper. It's uncomfortable for everyone.
I like this lyric from a favorite band of mine.
'Sadder still to watch it die, than never to have known it.
For you the blind, who once could see,
The bell tolls for thee.''
I can hear the bells ringing calling George home to his family. It's time to go. He's hardly the last great coach, great player, to have it end with a whimper. There's no shame in it.
But the end has to come. And sometimes someone has to tell them it's over.
That's you Vlade. Good luck.