Boston has Bill Belichick, Bruce Cassidy and Brad Stevens. The Bay Area has Steve Kerr, Kyle Shanahan and Bob Melvin. Miami has Joel Quenneville and Erik Spoelstra. Philadelphia has Doug Pederson and Joe Girardi. New York has Barry Trotz and Aaron Boone.
When it comes to head coaches in the Big Four professional sports leagues, the Los Angeles market might have the most going for it of all: Sean McVay, Dave Roberts, Doc Rivers, Frank Vogel — oh, yeah, and Joe Maddon, too.
Yep, that’s how you do it. But then there’s a little place I like to call Chicago. We are — how to put this nicely? — the disaster area of the coaching profession. Of the 13 cities or markets with at least one team in the NBA, NFL, NHL and MLB, Chicago simply has to rank last or, best case, tied for last as far as the collective accomplishments and reputations of its coaches.
It ain’t that great in the Arizona desert, believe me. You can look up the names if you want to, but suffice it to say the most impressive résumé there belongs to the Diamondbacks’ Torey Lovullo.
We’ve got one manager, the Cubs’ David Ross, with zero games under his belt, and another, the White Sox’ Rick Renteria, who wouldn’t know a winning record if it kissed him on the mouth. We’ve got Blackhawks coach Jeremy Colliton, only 35, who has made such an impact since replacing Quenneville 15 games into the 2018-19 season that he might be able to disappear back to Rockford — or all the way back to Sweden — without anyone even noticing.
We’ve got the Bulls’ Jim Boylen, and, hey, anybody seen any good movies lately?
And then there’s Matt Nagy of the Bears. Mr. Offense. Mr. Potential. Right? Yet much — all? — of the promise Nagy showed in a 12-4 debut in 2018 was basically undone in 2019, when he did everything wrong. Not playing starters in the preseason blew up in his face. His complete failure to get Mitch Trubisky unlocked can’t be denied. A monumental coaching gaffe against the terrible Chargers dealt a crushing blow to the Bears’ season.