Mike Miller, 55, is finally getting his chance as a NBA head coach. Credit: Jim McIsaac
This story is for all you middle-aged people who are not ready to give up your dreams.
It is a story for the community theater actor who is still eyeing Broadway. It is a story for the wedding singer who is still sending out demo tapes. It is a story for the sports writer who keeps reworking her novel.
Mike Miller’s accession to interim coach of the Knicks is the one feel-good story in a decidedly feel-bad basketball season. How can you not root for a 55-year-old guy who after three decades of working in such basketball outposts as Eastern Illinois and the G League lands one of the most high-profile positions in all of sports, albeit probably only temporarily?