NEW YORK -- Since I've been unwilling to tear myself away long enough from the mesmeric NBA playoffs to attend Larry Brown's regularly scheduled, roadside rendezvous (putting Franklin Roosevelt's Fireside Chats to shame) with the gang of Knicks' roving reporters, I would like to take this occasion to sing him a couple choruses.
Here is a man who has earned countless millions of dollars while coaching countless millions of teams over the past three decades . . . a man who has high-tailed it out of millions of towns and left teams in the lurch . . . a man who has sent out resumes proposing his next payday on his employer-for-that-moment's stationery . . . a man who has brokered buyouts or bye-bye outs en route to fancying another place to call paradise and then goodbye.
Larry Brown has directed, produced and starred in all of this and more. Yet here he is crying on the hard shoulder on a daily basis and portraying himself as a victim.