There's been talk of Randy Wittman being fired as the Washington Wizards head coach for almost as long as Wittman has been the Washington Wizards head coach.

This week, the talk turned to action as Wittman was dismissed immediately after the Wizards wrapped up their regular season with a(nother) meaningless win over the Atlanta Hawks on Wednesday night.

"There were high internal and external expectations for this team coming into this season based on the momentum we had generated over the previous two years,” general manager Ernie Grunfeld said by way of explanation. “Unfortunately, the inconsistency of the team’s performance and effort, particularly on our home court, did not allow us to meet those expectations and we decided a coaching change was needed.”

The "previous two years" featured second-round playoff appearances by the Wizards, a remarkable back to back achievement for a franchise that has been defined by its non-competitiveness in recent years. Last year, Wittman's job seemed to be hanging by a thread before he began to use veteran Paul Pierce suddenly as a "stretch four" -- a three-point shooting forward -- in the playoffs and the Wiz swept the Toronto Raptors and made a run at the Atlanta Hawks in the Eastern Conference semifinals.

Unfortunately for Wittman, that deep(ish) playoff run raised expectations for the team this season, and they never even came close to meeting those lofty goals. As WaPo's Neil Greenberg points out, not all of the disappointing 41-41 season  was Wittman's fault as the Wizards lost 284 man games to injury, 3rd highest in the NBA.

Regardless, the team looked listless -- particularly on defense -- for much of the year. For a team expected to make a run at the class of the East -- Cleveland, Atlanta and Toronto -- the Wizards spend much of the second half of the season scrounging to finish 8th in the conference. They didn't make it.

Randy Wittman, for spending your entire four years here wondering when you were going to get fired, you had the Worst Week in Washington. Congrats, or something.

Each week, I award the worst week in Washington to an inhabitant of Planet Beltway who stands out for all the wrong reasons. You can check out previous winners or email me with candidates.