JO, in the paint, actually trying to get in position for an offensive rebound.
Jeff Foster, wide open at the elbow, passes the ball farther out to Reggie.
Reggie doesn't shoot either.
Whistle... Three-second violation.
JO, in frustration, screams at Foster to shoot the damn ball.
Foster shrugs him off, then a few seconds later fires up one of the ugliest jumpers in history.
That little sequence seems to completely illustrate the January 2005 version of the Indiana Pacers.
No chemistry, poor offensive strategy and execution, a lack of trust between teammates. Its almost like these guys are complete strangers.
And dare I say it: they may need a coach right now that's stronger with personalities than x's and o's.
I'm not saying Rick should be on the "hotseat", but I'm not giving him a free pass, either.
If I were Peck, I'd ask a bunch of insightful questions. But I'm not. So fire away at me anyway.