. . .as your coach:


A) The diminuitive, rufescent, egotistical one who would arrogantly ignite a stogie to rub it in when victorious, and who, supposedly, tried to teach his brilliant center that, when he blocked a shot, to please block it to the smallest man on the court; or


B) The colossal, meditative, self-effacing one who brilliantly dates the daughter of the owner of the team and when his team most needs it, philosophically says, "I want you and you and you and you to run the f**k back."


I'll take B, even though he was bailed out by his opponents' inability to make free throws and the opposing center's inability to understand, despite many years of play, that when you commit 6 stupid fouls you're out of the game.