“Does this look like the office of a fucking egomaniac?” He makes a sweeping gesture with his arm. A coach’s office. Small, cluttered. Papers strewn across his desk, the papers inked with symbols in odd patterns, like ancient hieroglyphics, waiting for future generations to decode them. X’s and O’s, dotted lines, arrows. X bounces a dotted line to another X, who drives past an O in an arrow toward a big circle on a rectangle. The Perfect Play. In his head, anyway. On paper! But not yet perfected by his team. Imperfect human beings. Imperfection, his curse, his cross, his albatross. And Perfection: his goal, but not in this life. There are photographs on the walls of his various teams since 1985. There are trophies in glass-fronted bookcases, testaments to the fact that his teams have approached Perfection to a degree few or no other sports teams have. Seventy consecutive wins. Ninety consecutive wins. Four undefeated seasons. Three consecutive national championships, four in five years, seven in 15 years. Advertisement He reaches down to the floor, produces his prized possession, a basketball signed by all the members of the 1971 New York Knicks, “The greatest team ever,” he says. He… Read full this story
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