Great behind-the-scenes look at Tom Izzo in the Free Press today.
Which is why, once a month, he has the recruiting secretary, Beth Marinez, who happens to be his sister-in-law and the woman who introduced him to his wife, sift through the nastiest letters that arrive at his office and pick the absolute worst. Then he has Marinez track down a telephone number, dial it and hand Izzo the phone.
It’s always the same.
“Hi! This is Tom Izzo.”
Followed by stammering.
Followed by the same predictable response: “I didn’t mean it.”
“Exactly which parts didn’t you mean?” Izzo asks. “The part where I can’t coach? Where I’m stupid? Where the game has passed me by?”
Another fan with impossibly high expectations has been converted.
“He’s crazy like that,” Marinez says. “Sometimes these people become his friends. And all of a sudden they show up at the office, because Tom has invited them to a game, and they are here to pick up tickets.”
Hmmm. I wonder if he’d ever put in a call to a whiny blogger?
To cite a bumper sticker from 2000: Tom Izzo for President.
Still two and a half fours left to get your sixteen teams submitted for our bracket contest.