After the Chicago Bulls fired him in 2015, Tom Thibodeau took a year to recharge.
He drank wine with Gregg Popovich and talked strategy with Steve Kerr. He hung out with Doc Rivers and conferred with Bill Belichick. He tapped into the sharpest brains in American sports, then became the coach and personnel boss of the Timberwolves and forgot everything he had heard.
Sunday night, the Wolves fired Thibodeau halfway into the third season of a five-year, $40 million contract. They are replacing Thibodeau, who has made the playoffs in six of his seven full NBA seasons, with Ryan Saunders, a 32-year-old who has never been a head coach before, yet because of the way Thibodeau carried himself, this move feels more refreshing than suicidal.
Thibodeau got fired for the most soul-crushing of reasons. He got fired for being himself.
He continued to stand for almost every minute of every game, screaming at his players. He continued to rely on offenses and defenses that neglected the three-point line. He continued to play key players exorbitant minutes even at the end of lopsided games.
There is a great coach somewhere inside Tom Thibodeau, but Thibodeau couldn't hear his inner Popovich over his own jet-engine monologue.
Here's how effectively Thibodeau wore out all those around him: Everything I've written makes it sounds as if he stole my dog, but I didn't even dislike him. Having spent time with Thibodeau at the 2016 Olympics in Rio, and having had a few long conversations with him in different settings over the past two years, I found him engaging — on all subjects other than the Timberwolves.
He loves coaches. He loves coaching. He loves great restaurants, and living in the Twin Cities. He's a workaholic's workaholic, and of all the coaches in America, he was Mike Krzyzewski's choice to be his defensive coordinator in the Olympics.