Basketball resembles a great palace, an abundance of rooms, residents, and visitors. We coaches are not the masters but the servants, passing through its many chambers.
We serve in many areas, offensive and defensive. Sometimes the guests don't enjoy our entrees or desserts. Some visitors complain about the service, the food, the accommodations...sometimes without even tasting. Others feast, then complain about the quantity.
Look and see the incubators, the nursery, elementary and higher learning rooms, film rooms, weight rooms, training rooms, library and archives...even a porch for old men and women to rock and tell tales of past glories, what was or could have been.
There are even urns where legendary figures' ashes oversee the palace activities.
Some laugh and play, some lament, some cry. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish who won and who lost.
Each room is special with meanings far beyond the people or the photographs.
There are characters and character...sometimes blended, sometimes distinct.
We can find giants from Olympus and Lilliputians. Like at Alice's Restaurant, "you can get anything you want."
You find (Swin) Cash or Carrie (Graf).
We can see the Bird and the Worm.
You can even find Love.
With so much to see, to do, to explore...be happy.