Because that's exactly what should happen to the Kings' Geoff Petrie.
What he's done to this franchise over the page few years is a downright embarrassment. A team that a decade ago prided itself on passing, ball movement, and team play has become the NBA's poster child for selfishness.
And you can lay the blame at the feet of Petrie.
For some some reason, he fell in love with gunners.
Tyreke Evans. Aaron Brooks. Marcus Thornton. DeMarcus Cousins. Jimmer Fredette.
None of them has ever shown the slightest interest in sharing the ball, but Petrie thought it was a brilliant idea to collect them all and shove them in front of a coach with no clue how to tame them.
That coach - Keith Smart - is not going to turn things around. He is overmatched as a strategist and motivator. Yet Petrie decided to hand him a contract extension during the offseason.
Petrie has been living off a few clever moves from more than 12 years ago. But he is no longer considered an upper-echelon front-office guy.
He still hasn't found a small forward for the team, despite years of nothing at that position. His acquisition of John Salmons last year was one of the worst personnel moves in NBA history. And don't get me started on Travis Outlaw.
The point-guard position is still weak, despite my soft spot for Isaiah Thomas. Nobody on the team is capable of running a simple pick-and-roll and setting up a teammate.
Cousins is considered a bright spot, but if the first few games are any indication, he is still a ticking time bomb, supremely moody and seemingly incapable of playing the game without making surly faces at every perceived slight.
It's sad. It's pathetic. And it's time to point the finger at the man who is most responsible for this disaster.
Mr. Petrie, come take a bow.