Irony at it's finest. Those tiny transparent things that help people see better are better seen by those that don't fucking need them to go about their lives. Tough break for the visually impaired, but that's why it's good to have a manager on the bench that probably provides nothing more than 20/20 vision and uncanny intuition.
I mean, nine times out of ten that guy rushes over to other side of the court with the confidence of someone whose 4-5 beers in and ends up having to play it off when he finds nothing more than a bead of sweat. I know this because I have good eyes and - from afar - I have mistaken just about everything that isn't a blade of grass for my wayward, lost-in-plain-sight golf ball. Maybe this was just a result of pure luck, but either way this dude needs a promotion. I don't know how superhuman sight benefits a basketball team, but there's got to be a better role for a dude that's basically one step from being able to see into the future than patting his peers asses after making sure they are hydrated.