THROUGH THE traditional prism of professional sports, Brett Brown is crazy.
How else do you explain him? The money? Sorry, he could make it elsewhere. Despite three consecutive seasons filled with more losses than any of his peers, Brown still garners their respect, if not his current bosses'. The moment the Sixers traded Michael Carter-Williams, the moment they fired the guy who studiously hired him, Brown could have easily and understandably pulled a Doug Moe or Larry Brown and Curly-shuffled his way out of here.
The joy of coaching? Right. No coach has been forced to start and stop as much as he has.