Watching the BU presser, it never occurred to me before how strange it must be to be a professional coach after a win. You go into your locker room pumped up, screaming in celebration, foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, jumping around, blood vessel protruding dangerously far out of your forehead. Then you exit the locker room and you sit down at the post game press conference.
The adrenaline is still pumping. You straighten your tie, fix your hair, clear your throat and pretend to remember how to communicate with other non-basketball-playing humans. Speaking into the microphone, you say, "culture win", with your inside voice while just below the surface you desperately want to shout while slapping the white board behind you. Just wild.