Wow, thanks for that, Clarence Darrow. Not sure why I bothered with three years of law school when I could have just talked to you.
Of course, since about the only people who buy this are some Heat diehards (and even many of those don't buy it, like my boy 126, who rightly smells The Big Whatever's machinations at work), it sounds to me like the court of public opinion has weighed in.
Let's try to think about this with a non-jaundiced eye, shall we? SVG's been a coach for, what, 30 years? It's at least 20 for sure. The guy knows, and has known for a LONG time that working as a coach entails a lot of ultra-late nights breaking down film, a lot of sleeping on the office couch, a lot of hand-holding and babysitting for multi-millionaires, and a lot of travel. This is NOT news to him. So all of a sudden, in the middle of a disappointing season, with a Hall of Famer chomping at the bit to take over, and his star player sulking behind the scenes, he has a revelation? Even assuming there's some truth to it, isn't the timing pretty damned convenient?