LOS ANGELES - Awash in harsh industrial light unlike any you would find on a television network set, Houston Rockets coach Kevin McHale limped down a Staples Center corridor late one night earlier this month on a perpetually damaged ankle that just won't bend anymore.
Stuffed into a suit and loosened tie that made him look like the world's tallest undertaker, he stopped, turned and tersely addressed a resounding loss to the Clippers before he wearily returned from whence he came and disappeared into his locker room.
When a visitor wandered by shortly thereafter searching for him, a member of the Rockets' traveling party warned, "You don't want to go in there tonight."
If you ever wondered what the Hall of Fame player, northwoods outdoorsman and former Timberwolves executive is doing here -- back in the NBA, hopping midnight flights and enduring a lifestyle he always has loathed -- the answer is in these moments of despair ... or in the euphoria of a six-game winning streak that the Rockets have constructed since a 3-7 season start.
He left a cushy job as a gabby TNT studio analyst last summer to succeed Rick Adelman as Rockets coach, returning to a profession that he had only briefly attempted two other times for a total of 94 games with a Wolves team he managed for 15 seasons until his forced departure in 2009.
He's getting paid handsomely -- probably $3 million or more a year -- to do the job.
He is getting the chance to revive an NBA career that paused three summers ago when the franchise he guided out of the lottery abyss -- and eventually right back into it -- finally decided he wasn't wanted anymore, long after much of its fan base came to the same conclusion.
But more than anything, he is back on an NBA bench now that his youngest son is a high school senior because this is who he is, who he has been ever since his older brother told him he couldn't play basketball anymore if he insisted on crying.