After the 1988 season ended, I was fired once again, with no support from anyone, the entire League seemed like strangers to me.
I was shocked and felt empty. I had led the team to the playoffs, full of ambition to go further, only to be told I was no longer the coach of the team.
Replacing me was the Trail Blazers' assistant coach Adelman, who, in fact, didn't last long as the Warriors' coach and soon humbly returned to Portland.
In short, I realized that being a basketball coach is a difficult way to make a living.
The money is a lot, but there's no sense of security, no stability, and you spend long periods away from your wife and kids.
My self-esteem took a deep hit; it felt like no matter how much I did, I never gained trust.
For several months, I was in low spirits, and I called my former Spurs teammate, Kobi Derrick.
"What should I do now?" I asked him.
"You're a coach, you can only coach; what else can you do?" Kobi answered me.
"Go back to the CBA?"
