Last night, the parallels between Steve Kerr and Gregg Popovich were impossible to ignore. Even if you had no prior knowledge of their well-documented friendship and mentorship, you’d think they were twins, somehow transported to different ends of the court at different ages.
Their demeanors were similar: jovial at times, curt and stern at others. Their offenses both briskly passed the ball around the perimeter, no discernable go-to option, each player getting a slice of the Spalding pie. Their defenses rotated intuitively and synergistically, as though the ideal movement was always obvious.
Of course, the biggest parallel came when their emotions got the better of them.