My coach in HS was run out of town after two years, but I actually appreciated his intensity compared to the next coach who came along. He wasn't perfect and it wasn't always easy, but I never had a more dedicated coach in all years of playing sports. Some parents complained and that's all it usually ever amounts to. Some people complaining. I don't think Neil is a bad GM and I think he takes the job seriously. I don't think it's very likely to create championship opportunities in Portland for any GM, and now that front office moves are being dictated by moral hysterics, it's just another avenue with which petty authoritarians have squandered any appeal for me for the things that I appreciate. This society is more and more just straight trash and it's people without scruples(whom think they have scruples) ruining it for everyone else who thinks truth matters more than feelings. I can't wait until they start firing coaches for yelling at players because it's "harmful". Weak. Weak. Weak. Life being dictated by theatre kids.
I just wanted to add about those concerned parents - they fucking ruined my senior year of basketball. Did they get a timeout for that? Were they concerned about my well-being or the lack of return for all the hard work I put in under the old coach? No, their outrage was selfish, myopic bullshit and I was just an externality of it. That's how it always is with moral authoritarians - they never get their own comeuppance. These people are far worse than Neil Olshey as human beings, I promise you.
I should also add that the same thing happened for my senior season of baseball. Parents complained about an assistant coach being rehired, so the AD told the head coach he couldn't hire him. Head coach resigns. I was never asked what I thought about the assistant coach despite playing varsity since my freshman year. So senior baseball season dramatically disrupted right before the start of the season. Four different head coaches in four years of varsity baseball. I don't know, maybe Neil is a closet Hitler and I am just wailing without evidence, but I saw this coming from the mob in the summer. I see this kind of subversion everywhere in society these days. Stories just completely blown out of proportion and context. It's like, yes, it's okay for the coach to yell at me when I fuck up. I don't care because I FUCKED UP. I don't cry about it, because I FUCKED UP. Then you have to say, wait maybe the coach got it wrong once or twice and HE FUCKED UP, we are all human. You forgive and acknowledge the dedication he's giving and the operant conditioning he lives in. Nope, we can't do that! We have to assume we are ALL FUCKING EGGSHELLS!!!