There are Hall of Fame college basketball coaches of a certain kind. Ones that lead firmly and decisively. Ones that speak in disingenuous ways that solely benefit them and their program. They bury their emotions, put on a brave face to make players believe they have all the answers and maintain an image of control, hopeful a complicit press will shine the veneer on their Potemkin village. Sometimes these coaches are masters of self-deception, actually fooling themselves into believing they have all the answers to the point where they truly think others are buying into the illusion of greatness and engaging in their false idolatry.
Jim Boeheim meant everything to Syracuse
