Head coaches are probably the most criminally underappreciated component of the NBA experience.
Fail to make the playoffs and half your fanbase will be calling for you to be burned at the stake — guilty until proven innocent in the kangaroo court of public opinion. Be lucky enough to sip the sweet broth of the postseason, lead your team to a deep run, heck, even successfully steer them into Championship Lane, and still your triumphs will be discredited as a categorical byproduct of the talent on your depth chart. Job security is also notoriously poor (consider that Milwaukee Bucks coach Jason Kidd, a 43-year-old at his second head coaching stop, is already the second-longest tenured head coach in his division), and head coaches’ values are too often reduced to some unholy amalgam of win-loss record, roster strength, effectiveness of late-game out-of-bounds plays, and overall ability to produce entertaining 140-character sound bites.
All of this is why the Coach of the Year Award is of the utmost importance. It’s one of the precious few times that we, as a basketball society, acknowledge excellence from the suits and ties who somehow manage to sculpt a collection of dozen-plus sweaty, muscular alpha males into a cohesive hardwood stud.
And here’s to power ranking the five who are most deserving of it this year.
5. David Fizdale, Memphis Grizzlies
Fizdale recently told his haters to kiss his asphalt, and the same goes for anybody who doubts the former Miami Heat assistant’s candidacy for COTY honors this year. Just when we thought that the burly Memphis Dinosaurs were never going to modernize, out popped a Fizdale-shaped genie from the bottle of available head coaches, and the Grizz haven’t looked back since.
Granted, Fizdale has still made it a point to uphold the undying zeitgeist of Grit ‘N Grind in the state of Tennessee. But dare we say he’s developed it into a more postmodern form of being? Suddenly, Marc Gasol is hoisting up 3.6 three-point attempts per game, Mike “Mad Money” Conley is zipping right past him with a borderline-reckless exemplar of the “shoot your shot” theorem at 5.9 attempts from deep a night, and Zach Randolph has morphed into the most intimidating sixth man in the history of Western society.
The tributes to the old regime remain detectable, whether it’s defensive mercenaries like Andrew Harrison and Deyonta Davis training under the tutelage of Papa Tony Allen or a net pace that still ranks amongst the slowest in the Association (28th this season to be exact, per ESPN). But for a first-year head coach like Fizdale who has been shafted by Chandler Parsons’ knees and the overall age of the roster, a 36-30 record and the seventh seed in the West is more than enough to at least merit consideration for top coaching honors.
He may be capable of melting a quarter-sized hole through the very depths of your soul with the searing heat of his demented glare, but underneath Snyder’s fearsome exterior lies quite a head coaching performance this season.
Not only are the Jazz on the verge of making the playoffs for just the second time in the post-Jerry Sloan era, but Snyder is presiding over a top-three unit on the year in terms of defensive rating (per NBA.com). Making a more concerted effort to funnel opposing ball-handlers into the waiting wings of the majestic French pterodactyl known as Rudy Gobert has been a recipe for supremacy on that side of the basketball. Ditto for increasing Dante Exum’s workload as a perimeter defender in his second full NBA season.
Sailing hasn’t always been smooth in the Beehive State as a number of starters and key rotation players (namely, George Hill, Rodney Hood, Alec Burks, and Derrick Favors) have combined to miss a titanic 102 games on the season so far. But by blowing pixie dust onto NBA afterthoughts like Joe Ingles and Shelvin Mack and by giving Gordon Hayward even more freedom to Rampage Jackson all over the league (Hayward’s 27.5 percent usage rate this season is easily a career-high, per Basketball Reference), Snyder is cooking up a serious contender in the Jazz kitchen and should be thoroughly commended.
3. Scott Brooks, Washington Wizards
It was a cold spring night in late April when a hunched-over Rubeus Hagrid arrived at the Brooks family residence and declared to their bleary-eyed, pajama-laden patriarch, “You’re a Wizard, Scotty.” From that moment on, Scott Brooks made it his personal mission to rescue the Washington professional basketball team from countless years of toiling away alongside Muggles and return their names to the Goblet of Fire using the witchcraft of his in-game management and the wizardry of his player development skills.
At least that’s what I’d like for Brooks’ origin story as Wizards head coach to sound like. But either way, he’s definitely been doing something right in his first season at the helm in the nation’s capital.
Brooks’ impact on Washington’s young core has been quite tangible: Otto Porter Jr. finally looks like the mouth-watering 3-and-D talent who was selected No. 3 overall once upon a time, while Bradley Beal and John Wall are both shooting career-best percentages from the field. Meanwhile, Markieff Morris and Marcin Gortat have found enough real estate to peacefully co-exist in Brooks’ spread pick-and-roll-based attack, and Washington’s second unit upgrades at the deadline have helped Brooks piece together the third-highest scoring offense in the league since the All-Star break (per NBA.com).
As it stands right now, Washington is arguably the team best-equipped to go mano-a-mano with the defending champion Cleveland Cavaliers for a seven-game slugfest in the month of May. While Brooks has his shortcomings when it comes to postseason coaching (though he does have one NBA Finals appearance under his belt from his time in Oklahoma City), there’s something to be said about getting the Wizards’ arses to that point after they spent so many seasons imprisoned in the doldrums of Eastern Conference mediocrity.
