A coach used foul language in the post-game, shazam the school would get nare penny from the state the following year. That removes all incentive for Coach Foulmouth to clean up his act. He can cuss all he wants, cuss a blue streak, cuss like a sailor, like a whore in church, like a red-haired stepchild, like a cow peeing on a flat rock, and the law will only wink at his transgression so long as he murmurs an apology, even an obviously insincere one, within an abbreviated fortnight. The professional sports organizations don't permit their miscreants such easy escape. An NBA coach does a Bobby Knight and knows the notification of his fine and time of suspension will be in the next post, and the long record of the futility of appeal will almost certainly deter him from pursuing that remedy.
Justice is swift and certain, and the cause of decorum is considerably advanced.
The leniency of this legislative bill could only have the opposite effect. Coaches' press conferences would become like the presidential ones X-rated, or at least R, something to steer the young'uns and womenfolk clear of. A very long time ago, I used to wonder what fabulous topics would occupy us in the distant future, perhaps even the faraway 21st century, and I must say it never occurred to me that cussing basketball coaches would be one of them. I gave the human race more credit than that, maybe too much more. 2001ers' collective state of mind would turn out to be the relentlessness of their media's obsession with bringing down a man who had been president.