I’ve written for Hammer and Rails for quite a few years now. I’ve had a couple good takes, plenty of bad takes, and a few atrocious takes during my blogging career, but no one is able to ring a bad take out of me like early season Matt Painter.
This year, however, I’m on to Coach Painter and his wily ways. I watched last nights game with the calm of a Zen Buddhist after a handful of Xanax. In the past, every missed free throw, every bad call, every stagnant offensive possession would coax my blood pressure up a notch until I would have to turn up the T.