The above quote, which I’m sure none of you have heard used before, was perhaps the go-to mantra for my coach throughout my brief stint in YMCA pee-wee basketball (3rd – 5th grade, what’s up now?!). Egregious clichés and unnecessary authorial nostalgia aside … this phrase proves incredibly applicable regarding the fledgling Thibodeau-era Bulls, for reasons both intelligible and nebulous – but all of which should resurrect *some* of that 1990s Windy City basketball pride.
CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGES (tuuuurn, and face the strange)
special appearance by Phil Jackson (yes, he too braved the mock turtleneck, haters)
In a league filled with ties and button-ups, these men chose to rebel and coach in comfort rather than to uphold the sartorial needs of one Mr. David Stern. This season, there is a new dress code for coaches and sadly, it is time we bid farewell to our old friend, the mock turtleneck.
We salute you brave coaches! Godspeed, you black mock turtleneck!
“@jimmy_morris: @krisitay you can only be Bob Knight if you promise me you’ll chuck that chair across the floor at least twice and try to choke someone”
By the end of the weekend the chair will be in pieces, along with the dignity of pretty much anyone I encounter.
(I’d assumed this to be standard Bobby Knight Halloween protocol, but then, some people let flimflam like candy and alcohol and “friends” get in the way of really celebrating the holiday. Conveniently, I hate all of these things. Let the raging commence!)