The Philadelphia 76ers are a team that is lost; a team desperately seeking an identity. When Ed Stefanski whispered in Mo Cheeks' ear the direction he wanted one could have assumed all was well down South Broad Street.
Not exactly, Cheeks was fired and Tony DiLeo was put in a precarious position; find out about this group of players and hope they are the right mix. The mix is not good; Several players need to be moved and exonerated quickly.
I cannot imagine another year of confusion, disharmony, internal strife, and poor fundamental basketball. Turnovers, ill-advised shots, more turnovers, poor free-throw shooting, more turnovers, weak interior defense, more turnovers, disgraceful perimeter defense, more turnovers. I think we get it.
Lost. Yes, this team is in the wilderness wandering aimlessly, foraging for something to eat, scouring for drink, it is this bad folks. The core of this team: Iguodala, Young, Speights, Williams, and Smith are sheep needing a shepherd to lead them out of the gate into the fields where they can realize their potential and maximize their turf.
How can this happen? By seeking out a head coach who understands his sheep and where the sheep understand their shepherd. The sheep hear only one voice and that is of the shepherd. One voice, one direction, one way. Who can this shepherd be?
Where will Stefanski find the true shepherd to herd this young group of sheep? Will it be someone he knows and is comfortable with or will it be someone he does not know?
What I can tell you is this: Unless the sheep know their shepherd and the shepherd knows his sheep we are looking at another lost season. Lost-alone and in need a true leader, a true visionary, a true master of the lost.