Because Larry Miller was right about your squad -- and you still got them to the 6th-best record in the NBA. You have no player at the level of Yao or McGrady. You have no particular outside speed or inside power. And yet, for half a playoff game, in our building, you run one damn play after another that opens up shots just close enough, just reliable enough, to bank 2 more points and keep us on our heels. You find these little pockets on the court, and you get your guys to make exactly the right cuts and exactly the right picks in exactly the right places at exactly the right times, so that out of nothing you string together high-percentage shots. You run exactly the right defensive maneuvers to keep McGrady off balance. You eat Yao's lunch on the boards. You bring your not-particularly athletic guys into our building and steal one offensive rebound and loose ball after another. A little better luck for you from the 3-point line, and I wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Even in the old days, you infuriated me. The flops, the NFL blocking, the hug that freed Stockton. You were never nice, just shrewd and ruthless. You did whatever it took. Don't get me wrong. I like our coach. This season, he's done the league's second-best job of working with what he's been dealt. But there's a reason why you're still around after every other coach of your era has moved on. Sorry you don't have more to work with this year. Well, not really. I just want you to know, while we're grinding your ****s off in this series, what an honor it has been.
As much respect as I have for Sloan and the job he has done in his tenure as the jazz coach, I lose a little bit at every flop the jazz as a team try to get over on the refs. Solid picks are fine. Hustle and toughness, thats great. But its the dang flopping. It seemed that everytime there is a rebound up in the air, one of the 2-3 jazz guys going for it hit the floor like they were just shot out of a cannon. Anytime the offensive player makes contact on the drive, the jazz player seems to instinctively throw his head back like he was in a head on collision at 70 MPH. I saw one play that Harpring flopped while setting a screen. Had he just stood there and brushed off the contact, he would have been open for a 6 foot easy bucket....
yea sloan did his job for this game. Fisher sucked and boozer sucked and okur sucked. T-mac and Yao was just too much for them
Dammit, I thought this was going to be one of those "real men of genius" threads. "Real men of genius..... Here's to you Jerry Sloan....Mr. Too Stubborn to Double Yao until it's too late....For secretly allowing D. Fish to sign with the Rockets right before playoffs and then playing him enough to blow a 4 on 0 fastbreak....."
Jerry Sloan, you have lasted a long time in Utah, I have often wondered why great players such as Stocton & Malone, who have passed through your hands, how they ever put up with such a low class person! A person who has the title of Coach but is most unworthy of this high title for you are mean, rude and obstainate. Your language would not even be accepted by dockers in a Dock Road Pub in Bootle . I recommend for your penance to be done for the rest of your life- wash your mouth out five times a day with salt water and malt vinigar. If you continue undetected and are allowed to keep coaching in Utah, our Society recommends thet you keep a hip flask of the mixture and take a good rince every time you address any of your athletes. Recommended by the Royal Society for better quality .
I thought this was going to be a rip on SLoan using the Real Men of Genius theme. Mr. Coach of Floppers and Chokers. Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius (Real Men of Genius) Today we salute you Mr. Coach of Floppers and Chokers. (Mr. Coach of Floppers and Chokers) You've given us the same Utah team for the last 15 years, all floppers and all chokers. (Karl Malone you suuuuck!) Yes you pick and roll peopel to death, and you play hard nosed D, and your guys hustle (John Stockton you suuuuck!) Malone and Stockton flopped when touched and choked in the playoffs. They couldn't hit a big shot if your career depended on it. (Good for you it doesn't!) And now you've given us Okur and Boozer, 2007's Flopper and Choker. Okur falls down playing the accordion and Boozer folds like one. (we just kicked your aaaaaassss!) So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, it's cold like Memo. You know how to take talent and teah it to flop and choke. The NBA owes you a debt of gratidue. (Mr. Coach of Floppers and Chokers)
