How an Alabama Basketball Coach Became the World’s Most Expensive Therapist: The Global Cult of Avery Johnson
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In the grand theater of human folly, where we collectively pretend that sports matter more than war crimes and that a basketball coach’s job prospects somehow constitute international news, one must pause to marvel at the peculiar phenomenon of Avery Johnson. Here we have a man whose primary qualification for global relevance appears to be his uncanny ability to get fired from highly-paid positions while maintaining the earnest demeanor of someone who believes they’re making a difference in the world.
Johnson’s recent departure from Alabama—where he achieved the remarkable feat of being paid millions to not win enough games—has somehow metastasized into a worldwide meditation on failure, success, and the delightful absurdity of American excess. From the refugee camps of Syria to the boardrooms of Tokyo, his story has become a peculiar universal language, a sort of Esperanto for the damned, spoken by anyone who’s ever been paid handsomely to be mediocre at their job.
The international implications are, naturally, staggering. In a world where 690 million people go to bed hungry each night, we find ourselves dissecting the career trajectory of a man whose biggest professional challenge involved convincing teenagers to throw a ball through a metal ring. European intellectuals, between their fourth espresso and their existential dread, have seized upon Johnson’s saga as proof positive that American civilization has entered its decadent phase—a sort of basketball-playing Nero fiddling while Rome burns, except Nero probably had a better winning percentage.
Meanwhile, in the developing world, Johnson’s multi-million dollar buyout has become the stuff of legend. Village elders in Burkina Faso gather children around fires to tell the tale of the magic man who gets paid not to work, a modern fairy tale that makes Cinderella look like a documentary about Swedish tax policy. The story has achieved what decades of development aid could not: convincing the global poor that perhaps the real wealth was the incompetence we rewarded along the way.
The Chinese, ever practical, have studied Johnson’s career as a case study in failing upward—a concept they’ve enthusiastically embraced in their own state-owned enterprises. Why actually achieve results when you can simply rebrand disappointment as “valuable experience”? It’s a management philosophy that’s revolutionized the art of doing nothing while appearing busy, a skill that’s proven surprisingly transferable to government work everywhere from Brussels to Brasília.
But perhaps Johnson’s greatest gift to humanity is his unwitting role as the world’s most expensive therapist. In an era where mental health professionals charge by the hour, he’s provided billions with the comforting realization that their own professional inadequacies pale in comparison. That presentation you bombed? That deal you lost? At least you weren’t paid $5.5 million to achieve a 75-62 record. It’s become a global measuring stick for mediocrity—a sort of international yardstick for “well, at least I’m not that guy.”
As we hurtle toward climate catastrophe, political collapse, and the inevitable heat death of the universe, there’s something almost poetic about our collective decision to invest emotional energy in the career of a basketball coach whose greatest accomplishment might be his ability to make us all feel better about our own spectacular failures. In the end, Johnson has given us something priceless: the gift of perspective wrapped in the absurdity of American college sports, a reminder that while empires rise and fall, we’ll always find time to obsess over the truly important things—like whether a man can successfully convince tall teenagers to play defense.
In this sense, we’re all Avery Johnson now—reasonably compensated passengers on a sinking ship, clutching our buyout clauses while the band plays on.
