In my mind, Jeff Hornacek’s best case unemployment scenario includes an extravagant European trip with his family.
The man realizes that he’s still getting paid $5 million not to coach next year, and chooses to dine every night at five-star restaurants, eating caviar, Kobe beef and drinking 1959 Dom Perignon.
Yet, my worst case scenario is far more likely.
Hornacek’s facial expressions always symbolized a man who was one loss away from spending his Thursday night at the local pub, telling the regulars that Kristaps Porzingis owes his future success to him because he “got him to his first NBA All-Star Game.