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So I have two big issues on this situation (a) the firing and (b) the hiring, which are somewhat unrelated.  Let me explain.

(a) So clearly the guy deserved to be fired, he was clearly in over his head from the very beginning.  Everyone saw that.  As burd said, if his last name was McDougal instead of 'Saunders' his resume only qualified him to work in the mailroom (barely).  It was a terrible, sentimental hire that expectedly came back to bite them.

The problem is they hired a guy the same night .... on what's expected to be a multi-year deal ... from a whole other team!

That's disrespectful as heyul to the coaching profession because it meant they've likely been in talks with the guy for at least a few weeks behind their coach's back.

Sure, Rosas and Finch have a longterm relationship so it's no secret why he was the quick choice.  But that still means they had to request permission from TOR to negotiate with him.

Even if they had done that literally last night (unlikely), to have come to terms so quickly indicated (not just implies) prior contact which is an actual no-no even if just for the sake of optics.

Now on the hiring ...

So I was on the road today so I caught a discussion on this with Howard Beck on NBARadio.  He ran down the Twolves' history on coaching hires as related to minority hiring.

Per him, in their 32 years of existence, they've hired 2 black HC's.  I don't count Sam Mitchell in that because Flip Saunders had to literally die for Sam to get the gig and they couldn't fire him fast enough.  Similarly, Dwayne Casey was fired in his second year with a 20-20 record.  Is that an actual chance?

Fast-forward to now and we have a hire with no actual search, which locks all candidates out of the opportunity.  Who's to say another guy (of whatever race, for that matter), given an opportunity, wouldn't knock management's socks off in the interview process?  By force-hiring Finch, they have no idea if they hired the right guy for the job.  They could've done themselves a disservice.

And, on top of that, have put themselves in a position of having to answer the questions about (lack of) minority hiring.

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I'm sure it's happened before but i can't think of another mid season change where you bring in an outsider from another team's staff.   That's super weird.  Not sure why Toronto went along with it. 

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10 minutes ago, macdaddy said:

I'm sure it's happened before but i can't think of another mid season change where you bring in an outsider from another team's staff.   That's super weird.  Not sure why Toronto went along with it. 

2009, iirc, was the last time. 

https://nba.nbcsports.com/2021/02/22/chris-finch-raptors-to-timberwolves-rare-coach-to-switch-teams-during-season/

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It's very rare.

TOR went along with it because, if they'd fought it, there would've been backlash about them "holding a guy's career back" or w/e.

Similar to when colleges refuse to let a guy transfer.

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5 hours ago, kg01 said:

TOR went along with it because, if they'd fought it, there would've been backlash about them "holding a guy's career back" or w/e.

If I remember correctly we did this very thing, in the offseason, with assistants.  Refused to let them interview because they were under contract.  I think it was Bud's staff but could have actually been before that.  Might have been LD's assistants or something.   Anyone remember?

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4 hours ago, macdaddy said:

If I remember correctly we did this very thing, in the offseason, with assistants.  Refused to let them interview because they were under contract.  I think it was Bud's staff but could have actually been before that.  Might have been LD's assistants or something.   Anyone remember?

I think it was during the playoffs.

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      It was fitting that as he charged at his accuser, he was stopped cold in his tracks by a former NFL player named Colin. This African-American footballer decided long ago he could not simply, “Stick to Sports!”, and ran successfully for Congress.
      From Jesse Owens, Joe Louis, Jackie Robinson, and Jim Brown, to the athletic heroes of the present day, sportsmen have long been entwined, sometimes wittingly, usually not, in the aspirations of politicians. Sometimes as the lightning rod, other times as the chastening rod.
      The very night before Election Day, on a bitter cold night in a swing state, the Commander-in-Chief was out of ideas to energize the crowd and boost his deflating poll numbers. With no prompting, no rationale, he thought he had his finger on the problem. A no-good, do-gooder athlete from the swing state next door.
      “How about basketball? How about LeBron? I felt very bad for LeBron, very badly, down 71 percent,” espoused dear leader, assuming his shivering crowd was as up to speed on Nielsen ratings as his own approval ratings. “I didn’t watch one shot… you know why? When they don’t respect our country, when they don’t respect our flag, nobody wants to watch!” This was his best effort at a closing argument to keep his job.
      He got the “LeBron James Sucks!” balloon inflated among the rally-goers. But he lost the swing state, and lost the election. Mr. President slipped past Step 1, on many fronts; now, he cannot fathom stepping aside, especially to a political rival he tormented, and to the African-American who will serve next in line. He pivoted quickly to Pied Piper-ing his followers to the next “issue”: people who look more like LeBron than him, casting the decisive ballots in that state and others, like Georgia.
      On the eve of runoff Senate elections this month, he made his last stand alongside a gubernatorially-handpicked Senator who alienated her WNBA employees by publicly criticizing their demonstrations over police brutality in hopes of political gain. She lost, too. “How about basketball?”
      We will lean on, and prop up the likes of Jim Bunning, Herschel Walker, Reggie White, David Tyree, John Rocker, Curt Schilling, Josh Hader, and stand for their First Amendment rights if they espouse views we wholeheartedly agree with. Otherwise, the rest are ordered to Shut Up and Dribble, unless we absolutely need them to quell unrest or further our own political aims.
      We’re told votes for folks like Colin Allred, the former Tennessee Titan who upended a 22-year congressman in Texas, might be illegal and must be investigated with the highest of scrutiny. The system wasn’t designed or jiggered for folks like him to be our representatives; clearly, there’s some “issue” here! There is an issue, it’s just not the ones we craft to make our bigotry comfortable.
      In the early hours of January 7th, Rep. Allred’s most pressing issue was the exposed colleague from the other side of the aisle who, rather than deal with his own exposure, tried in vain to pull a Rep. Brooks on the Pennsylvania colleague who impugned his character. At least this time, unlike 1856, a duly elected Black citizen could stand in the way, rather than being castigated to the margins of society, as privileged noblesse dueled over his family’s fates. “Haven’t you had enough violence today?”, Allred asked of the would-be assailant. Indeed.
      Amid the cane-rattling, Rep. Brooks likely didn’t care to notice how the Capitol of his day was under expansion. Above him and his victimized subject, Sen. Sumner, with the assistance of slave labor, a new ellipsoidal dome was underway. The iconic structure would soon be topped by The Statue of Freedom. One highly skilled slave, Philip Reid, was paid $1.25 per day over the course of nearly a year to cast and plan the transport of the statue. Reid would be emancipated in 1862, shortly before the statue that stands tall today was placed in its permanent spot.
      Under that statue-topped dome, a man who John Lewis gave his first internship as a teenager will soon be checking in for work. Georgia’s first Jewish senator will be joined on that day by a reverend who would come to caretake the Ebenezer Baptist congregation the late Rev. Dr. King left behind. Their pending introductions as United States Senators will be more than poetic.
      She was one of 15 protestors rousted up and zip-tied under Georgia’s state capitol rotunda in 2018, back when voter suppression was simply the way to play the game, and when “Every Vote Counts!” chants while standing peacefully in the building was an illegal obstruction worthy of detention. Then a Georgia state senator, Nikema Williams will be awaiting Jon Ossoff’s and Raphael Warnock’s arrival from the other chamber of Congress, having won the late Rep. Lewis’ House seat.
      Those who will propel our society and this nation forward, and not into a descension of interpersonal violence and brooding despair, are those who don’t sit idly by, those who speak truth to power, but who are also are well-versed on true issues, not scare tactics, misinformation, nor threats and acts of violence for the sake of sustaining imbalanced order in one’s own favor.
      When you’re armed with truth, no canes, gallows, flag poles or fists are necessary. Like Sen. Sumner, Dr. King and Congressman Lewis, some of Georgia’s newest entrants headed to work beneath our Statue of Freedom understood that to reach solid ground, and to stand genuinely and heroically for us all, you must first work your way through Step 1.
       
      Let’s Go Hawks!
      ~lw3
    • By lethalweapon3
      "purusing," pursuing, you get the drift.
      ~lw3