I miss Tom Thibodeau, the new coach of the New York Knicks. I miss the way his croaky voice cuts through roaring crowds and stadium music as if they were mumbled prayers. I miss his answers to reporters’ questions – answers that sound like they’re going somewhere but then pull over to a rest area for a nap.
I miss his coaching, the way all his years of soaking up information from his bosses have funneled into a man who can’t be fooled by his players’ deficiencies. He knows, and they know that he knows.
The Bulls should miss him after canning him five years ago but probably don’t.