So, you thought Ben did as good a job as Izzo?
From now on, I need to see Ben grimace like he just bit into a lemon, bark orders while doubling over at some poor player who rushes over to “absorb” his wisdom, then scamper back onto the court like we’re filming a sequel to
Hoosiers. He also needs a signature hand prop—maybe something to slap against his knee with the force of a thousand coaching clichés. Right now, Ben lacks that theatrical “basketball genius general” schtick.
Frankly, whenever the team has a game in the bag, I want to see him pacing like a madman, shouting commands, and going full
Patton. Bonus points if he throws in a WWE move—launching a player off the riser into the bench while the whole squad erupts like he just powerbombed an opponent through a folding table. Now
that would be peak coaching. If he pulled all that off, I’d say he’s better than Izzo.
But, alas, Ben doesn’t do Izzo theatrics. Instead, he’s got this calm, composed, Mr. Rogers energy. And while I respect Mr. Rogers’ grace under pressure, let’s be real—it doesn’t exactly scream “box office.” Maybe a marketing team could step in, workshop a warrior persona for him, give the people what they crave. And by “people,” I mean me, ever since that legendary folding chair went airborne across the Williams Arena floor. Good times.
