Although I feel compelled to write something about our head coach being fired, there is little I can add that hasn’t already been said elsewhere.
A stellar man of character, universally loved on campus, superb athlete and Penn hoops legend (probably the finest Ivy League player I’ve ever seen), who was to resurrect our program following the Glen Miller disaster. Objectively, the results never materialized. Why? Who knows? It is impossible to speculate. Perhaps outside of the team’s inner sanctum, no one will ever know. Regardless, I don’t think anyone would argue that he was given more than a fair chance to succeed.
Although I have been critical of the Penn Hoops program in this forum, I have been careful not to criticize The Coach directly. In fact, I have tried to be one of his biggest advocates.
I have always wanted him succeed not just for Penn, but mostly for himself. Still, in the end, the responsibility inevitably falls on the man in charge. Coaching varsity sports on a national level is a harsh avocation. It is the classic “What have you done for me lately?” profession. Even someone who consistently puts forth his best efforts, which Jerome undeniably did, can still fall short. Thus I am sure he understands that a business, not personal, decision was made.
My best memory of Jerome Allen was of him streaking down the sideline against Nebraska in the NCAA tournament. Without looking, he fired off a stylish behind-the-back pass to his teammate to propel Penn into the second round. I am certain Jerome Allen’s next round will be just as stylish.
Stay Red and Blue my Friend,