More than halfway through the season, the national Coach of the Year is Jim Boeheim.
Any idea how weird this is for me? Seven weeks ago I wanted Syracuse to fire Boeheim.
Today I'm calling him the Coach of the Year.
Don't get the wrong idea here. This isn't a backhanded compliment: He's the Coach of the Year, though he should've been thrown out on his ...
No. This isn't that. But it's not an apology, either. Not a correction. What I wrote in November, I stand by in January. I'll stand by it forever. This is not my resolve weakening -- but that's as far as I'll go in that direction today. The last thing I want to do here, today, is hide behind the façade of a positive story to smack Boeheim around some more. If I wanted to pile on, I would pile on. But I don't. So I won't.