New Orleans may have just saved their basketball team striking a deal with former NBA player and assistant Willie Green as the Pelicans new head coach. The future is looking brighter than the reflection on David Griffin’s bald ass head on a nice sunny afternoon in the French Quarter.
Willie G, You’re Our Only Hope
When all the dust settled after a wild 2021 NBA season that saw the Greek Freak raise the Larry O’Brian trophy, David Griffin and the Pelicans front office was watching. After going 31-41 last year and missing the playoffs altogether the Pels knew they needed to make a big move. Let’s be real here, New Orleans has a freak of their own in Zion Williamson. They have to know that if they don’t get this franchise competing for a championship soon we may be in for another AD Situation.
He’s A Winner
Hiring Willie Green has to be one of the best moves they could have made this offseason. His last stint was with the Suns who were absolute dog shit when he arrived. I mean literally the worst team in the NBA, and in just two seasons helped them become the best fucking team in the western conference. How do I know he played a factor? Well before he was shaping Phoenix into a dynasty, he was an assistant under Steve Kerr in Golden State. They went to the finals all three years Green was there and came out with two rings. He’s a winner and at just 40 years old he brings youth to match with the young core already assembled.
Weird Shoes to Fill
As a player Willie Green bounced around the league but landed in New Orleans for one season. That team ironically was coached by his former boss in Phoenix, Monty Williams, who happens to be the only decent coach NOLA has had in recently memory.
Willie Green will be filling the role of a couple sub par fellas that just simply couldn’t make it happen. Most recently, Ron Jeremy lookalike Stan Van Gundy and Alvin Gentry who I believe may be a member of the basset hound family. Terrible coaches. Incredible doppelgangers. No seriously, check this shit out!
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