Getting Traded
Banned
What are the Jazz playing so horribly this year?
Please add "None of the above"
It's Corbin's fault because he:
*Makes poor line-up choices
*Doesn't know how to make in-game adjustments
*Has an offensive system that doesn't work
*Has not been able to discipline his players to play hard on defense
*Has not been able to discipline his players to create ball movement on offense
*Has not been able to create positive team chemistry.
The hardest part of finding the rigjht answers is to ask the rigjht question.
this poll doesn't ask the right question, so the answers are absurd if not worse. . . .
So let's just hypothesize that players are what they are, and coaches are what they are, and ask what can be done about those things. . . . still, if you want to win a game, you have to know what they can do, or will do. . . . and devise a plan to win. With what you have, or can do. So a game plan would help.
coaches are responsible for the game plans. If Ty wants to be a coach, he should start there.
It's an old truism, on any given day, any team can beat any other team, if all the ducks line up to go that way. So let's bring it down to Ty's level, for a minute, and just say he needs to learn to line his ducks up in the right row.
Dennis Lindsay: Wanna talk about it?
[Tyrone Corbin shakes his head, stares off]
Lindsay: Tyrone, you see this, all this ****?
[Holds up Jazz win/loss record, and drops it on his desk]
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
Corbin [Softly, still staring off] I know...
Lindsay: No you don't. It's not your fault.
Corbin: [Serious] I know.
Linday: No. Listen to me son. It's not your fault.
Corbin: I know that.
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
[Tyrone is silent, eyes closed]
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
Corbin: [Tyrone's eyes open, misty already] Don't **** with me Dennis. Not you.
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
[Tyrone shoves Dennis back, and then, hands trembling, buries his face in his hands. Tyrone begins sobbing. Dennis puts his hands on Tyrone's shoulders, and Tyrone grabs him and holds him close, crying]
Corbin: Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry Dennis!
[Tyrone continues sobbing in Dennis' arms]
Fact is: Ty will never be an NBA head coach but only our management is stupid enough to treat him like one.
He is an assistant or D-League coach at best. Three years of Ty have shown more than enough.
Too bad Corbin isn't a genius that solves extremely difficult math problems at MIT in his spare time.Dennis Lindsay: Wanna talk about it?
[Tyrone Corbin shakes his head, stares off]
Lindsay: Tyrone, you see this, all this ****?
[Holds up Jazz win/loss record, and drops it on his desk]
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
Corbin [Softly, still staring off] I know...
Lindsay: No you don't. It's not your fault.
Corbin: [Serious] I know.
Linday: No. Listen to me son. It's not your fault.
Corbin: I know that.
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
[Tyrone is silent, eyes closed]
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
Corbin: [Tyrone's eyes open, misty already] Don't **** with me Dennis. Not you.
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
[Tyrone shoves Dennis back, and then, hands trembling, buries his face in his hands. Tyrone begins sobbing. Dennis puts his hands on Tyrone's shoulders, and Tyrone grabs him and holds him close, crying]
Corbin: Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry Dennis!
[Tyrone continues sobbing in Dennis' arms]