On the morning after the confounding night before, Dwane Casey wiped his eyes after watching Game 5 for the fourth, or was it the fifth time, trying to do something his team couldn’t do Wednesday night.
He probably could have used another hour or five of sleep, but everything was too fresh in his mind. And his mind was racing. And the tape was playing. And he was running fast-forward, then reverse, then pause, then taking some notes, and then doing it all over again.
And he was trying to determine in detail just how it was his team could win and almost lose so horribly on the very same night.
This is what a lifer of a coach does in his first NBA playoff series in charge, two weeks after his 57th birthday, five games his only post-season and growing older by the moment. He doesn’t have a contract that extends beyond next month but that isn’t at play here. That will be taken care of.